Dearest James,
I have three types of mad: when I am so mad, I cry. When I am so mad and snap. And when I am so mad, I just dont wanna talk to anybody.
That day, I'll go mad with first.
I cried.
I cried for you, for my bestfriend and for myself. I cried silently.
Who would've thought that me, known as Miss Strong and Independent will cry for a man who betrayed her?
I hate crying in front of people. I feel weak, like I'm begging for sympathy and that is not me.
But I just can't bear this pain anymore.
You told me, you'll never hurt me. You will never make me cry. You will never break my heart.
But in the end, everyone turns out to be the person they swore they'd never become.
Love, Roan.
