Growing up shouldering the standards, expectations and judgements of the world. She was the epitome of perfection, as everyone says. I'll say it myself, no one is perfect or just not me. I am far from perfect. Meeting someone who's willing to stay and accept all of my imperfections, I became the bad guy. I became the one who hurts others. To finally choose myself first, I had to hurt you. I won't be sorry for letting go. I won't regret ending us. I won't feel guilty for my selfishness but thank you for the comfort, happiness, and for showing me my worth. But I am sorry I wasn't able to open to you. Let me love myself before anyone else. Ps. It's ok to hate me - Yours Truly, Vexa Montemayor series #1 xoxo :p