September 15, 2012 - Talked to you over the phone.
Though there were some times that you have messaged me over Facebook and we had some conversations, I still consider September 15 as the day I got to know you.
Can’t remember the month but it was around 2013 when you told me you lied about your age. Of course, my expectations from what we are going to be changed. Still, I chose to continue with whatever it is that we have.
2 Christmas, 2 New Years Eve, 2 Valentines day had passed. We were still good. We’re having good conversations, crazy and silly jokes, petty fights, misunderstandings and still we managed to go on with our thing.
April 1, 2014 - April Fool’s Day. As I was putting on a joke about us, I was surprised about something I’ve never known instead. I’ve known you for about a year and a half. And it was devastating to know that such a big lie would ruin whatever it is I ever dreamed of being with you.
I talked to you about it. I was crying. I listened to your part of the story. I never blamed you. I just asked you why. I never really thought I could be this understanding, why your sorry was accepted by me, and why I was this dumb considering I should have just forget everything that we had.
Yes, it’s not easy to accept things. Things that I can no longer change. Things that already happened right before we got to know each other. Things that I know you will still end up being with. It’s not easy. It is a burden. You’re right, I really felt so bad.
I’m sick of listening to your lies. I’m tired of the same intuitions I’m dealing with. I thought you were really perfect. But you’re not. You’re neither Mr. Right nor Mr. Perfect. I felt like I was really playing a game. I was played on. But I enjoyed it anyway.
You were the craziest man I’ve known. Funny. Yeah, has a good sense of humor. But you’re the greediest man I’ve seen. I just feel sorry for whoever they are that you kept playing on. It’s a good thing that you’ll be gone for good. I may have said what I’m feeling is separation anxiety. Yes, I was afraid of losing you.
But like what I’ve said, I am tired. And like what you’ve said, nothing lasts forever. It’s time to move on. It’s time to let go. I know if I’ll be holding on to you, that will just complicate what I feel. It’s hard to forget you because you gave me much memories to remember. But it’s time to say bye.
I salute you for being a good liar. But there’s still a thing you’re missing about our story. And I think, it’s better left untold. Just like how womanizers take their secrets, I must take it to my grave. But a glimpse will do. Has anyone told you a bitch like me could be a good fvckin liar too? :)