Relationship

Imagine meeting a stranger who doesn't feel like one. Leaving my family behind, I came overseas in search of good fortune. A few days after settling in my new house, I met this handsome stranger at midnight on a common friend's birthday. For the first time in my life, I seem to believe the saying, ' love at first sight. It was such a memorable moment watching him come by my door with the sleeves rolled, wearing a beautiful smile on his face.

Anyways, our friendship begins on that particular night, and soon we grew closer. Too soon, I guess. I was going through a rough time when I met him, and he was too supportive, to be honest. I was so overwhelmed by his presence in my life that I forgot about everything, even my friends. Within a few days, we starting dating, sort of, none of us proposed adequately. It seemed like a connection, an understanding between us, although we had that private moment of proposal later. On our very first outing, I remember a small kiss he gave me on my cheek. Oh, God! I had goosebumps all over my body. I was literally on cloud nine, all smiling and unable to hide the excitement.

Things went great initially; the new place felt like my real home until things started to fall apart. We moved into a new house with a group of friends. After a few months of living there together, I sensed a change in him, but I trusted him way too much to question him. he was getting too close to one of our friends that bothered me a lot. I confessed my insecurities, but he has a way with words. he made me believe him and question myself, what if I was the one mistrusting him.

Things went by, I started caring too much, his likes, his dislikes, everything. I was becoming more like him. Maybe this scared him to the extent that he was unable to cope up with me. He broke up with me when I was visiting my brother in another province.

That breakup took everything away from me, my happiness, my trust, my best friend. We still live together in the same house. Every day I say to myself, I have moved on that I don't care about him, but deep down, I am not myself anymore. It kills me seeing him her although he promised they are just very good friends.

I am tired of this, of being hurt, of myself. I want to live my life again, but a part of me still believes in him, in us being together again. I know I ain't gonna happen, but I don't want this HOPE to die. I want to let it go but can't figure out how.