In the blink of an eye,
we're history.

I'm hurt, and I'm still hurting.
Till now, I cannot come to terms how did all that happen.
How did I let you do all that.
How did I let us come to this point.

Regrets, I have a plenty.
Regret finding out, regret knowing so much, regret not having done better, and maybe, I regret loving you ever so much.

You removed the photos fast, and so quickly, the only one left become one of those better times.

I'll miss you and your sniggers, you and your silly talk, you and your whines, you and your cheekiness, and most importantly, the times which held such better days, where you loved me with all you had, and with all you could.

I'll miss the mornings where I woke up to your texts or calls, and miss the times where you woke me up, and I could still whine to you. I'll miss the days where I could call you anytime I want and need, and shout my love across the phone. I'll miss the days where we would watch as life passed us by, and we were still firm together. I'll miss the days where we spent hours shopping aimlessly, as you scouted for Braun Buffel, Levis, and shoes. I'll miss the days where we cooked for each other, and watched movies together. I'll miss the days where we'd still wear our rings together, and hold our hands tightly together. I'll miss the nights where I went to sleep hearing your voice, bickering with Pluto, and hearing you tell me you'll hug me to sleep, no matter what.

And all that I miss, were just all yesterday.

Today, you're not mine anymore.


I'll have to stand up alone, stand straight and tall. And I've to move on, without you this time round. I cannot cry, because that'll make me miss you even harder.

But I do miss you.



Dear baby boo,
please be happy.

With love,
Regi Boo.