Things happen because we let it happen.

Three years!, quite long. Yes it is hard, not for her but for me. I was the happiest person when she said she loves me too, I let my world revolved around her, we lived together and shared the good times and the bad. I thought she was the one for me that's why God made me like this to take care of her. I was deeply in love with her! but it all crashed when she cheated on me. I died, what have I done? Why? you said you love me, why...?, but I let her live the way she wants. He can give her a normal life, I can just give her my life, so I decided to go, living each day with pain, trying hard to fill the emptiness.

Days passed, months went by, I got frustrated to love again, it always turned out wrong because I compared them with her, I'd realized I haven't moved on at all, I still have her here. One day, I received a message from her, she wanted to come back, I got afraid. I chose to forgive her because I love her and if there's one girl on the planet that I wanted to be with, that's her. So we started all over again, we became happy. we dreamed together. I gave her my life.

Until one day, It happened again, she cheated on me again and I forgave her again. And then it happened again, I don't know what to say anymore because I can't understand it no more. She keeps telling me she loves me and if there's someone she wanted to grow up with, that's me. But why is this keeps happening? I look like a fool crying for the one I truly loved with all my might while she is with somebody else. All I can do is to stare at her pic and ask, how could you do this to me? How could you send me messages with I love you while you are with him? How could you let me suffer if you really love me?

She's lying! She doesn't love you! Wake up!, The shouts of my friends that I can barely hear.

I love her that's why I keep forgiving her, but that love let her become selfish. No matter what she does, I was always there for her. Maybe it was my fault after all. I've experienced pain several times because I let it happened more than once. I am sad because I let myself be sad. I became a prisoner of this love because I let this love imprison me. Now, I'm thinking...