It's almost here...

My ex boyfriend's birthday tomorrow... and you know what thought kept replaying in my head, over and over and over again?

Please burn it, please burn it, please burn it, please please please burn it...

Please make him burn that stupid reminder of my foolishness and optimism of our so-called "love".

The scrapbook I made for him. Those words I painstakingly put thought in...the effort, sweat and time I put into making it nice; they were meant for the person that I love, not someone that broke me apart bit by bit till there was nothing left.

I got really angry at myself for remembering his birthday. I know I thought of the scrapbook and wishing he'd get rid of it, but I thought of him nonetheless...

Let's hope he won't rob me of my belief in love, as he had robbed me of my youth. Imagine all those years I wasted on him, when all those times I could have found someone more deserving. *sigh* I wasted what seemed (but hopefully not) the best years of my life.

till next time :)

A.