I fucking love and hate this story. I don't know why. It's torture.

We've been naive, been gullible, been silly
Because it's what makes it love
A big part of just chemistry and feelings
With no regard for anything

But sooner as time passes
Love is not just 2 elements together
They're everything, a mixture

The binding
Of good and bad
Of happiness and despair
Of the beautiful and the beasty

Is it or is it not love?
You decide

I'm thinking. And i think a lot. Thinking but not saying. I'ma get it out of me before it rots. To you, if u ever chanced upon this, i wanna say that i have never regretted being with you or breaking up with you. Ironic isn't it? Because to think of it now, if i didn't get out of it, i would be left enduring all of it till now. It's always about you. Always about your needs and wants. Always about your lies. Always about helping you. As for me? You lived your life and i lived yours. Was it my fault for being too hard on you? Was it my fault for being me? I'm glad i had the chance to find myself and figure out what i really want. But thank you for the all the memories that were never forgotten after all these years. I wish you all the best in life. Cheers.