Chapter 9: Missed Chances.

As the saying goes, all good things have to come to an end. Today it was decided that my girlfriend and I would no longer continue on our journey together as a couple, after approximately 2 years and 4 months since we officially got together. It's a regret that I was not able to give her what she wanted, but I am happy that we've managed to come this far. We ended on mutually good terms and I believe that we will continue to remain as good friends for life (:

Yufei, do not be sorry for whatever that has happened, for I am really grateful that we at least have a mutual understanding of where we stand as of the moment, and I do agree that things certainly don't feel the same as when we started out. It has been a joy being able to walk hand-in-hand with you downtown, to go around eating good food that we both love and of course, to be able to appreciate your humor and your cheerful, bubbly self. You've given me everything I needed to look for in a girl, and I should be the one apologising for my inadequacy. I know that there were times that you really needed me but I just wasn't there for you and I acknowledge that I probably didn't make the most out of every opportunity I had to spend with you, which is why we're at this stage today.

I do hope that you do get over this quickly, cause there's really nothing to be sad about! Right now your priority is to get your As so you can get into a good uni -> get good job -> have a great life. I'll continue to be your supporter in whatever you do and you should continue to be the bubbly and cheerful person that I fell in love with (: I promise that I'll pick myself up and become a better person with this experience, and things will only get better for the both of us from now on!

Finally, I love you, and here's to many more years of our friendship!


Quote of the Day:
“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.” 

Haruki Murakami