Move On.

Thought.

I have been infatuated with him since day one. He's got this unique way of pulling my interest unto him. He got this lovely way of telling me that I am his targeted doll to play with--kidding. 

To be honest, I thought it was just a simple puppy love which I caught myself falling into. But the longer we talked, the more I fall for him even more.

Never really thought he'd be my first ever official suitor and boyfriend. 

I am just so in love with every bit of him. His tan skin, his fresh breath, those laugh and caring he gave me. 

He made me feel special, and that I am more than enough. 

He boosted my confidence. 

He made me feel that I am more than what I see myself.

But of course, hard times would always come in a relationship. But for us, it was fine and well at first.

Then, it became more frequent than expected. We'd fight over small things, and be okay again later on.

Until we are almost in our 2nd anniversary, mistakes are getting more and more visible in our relationship. 

We--I, ended it all with him right before the month of our 2nd Anniversary. It was a hard decision. But later on, I indulged myself more on online games.

I met someone who listened to everything I've said. The comfort I needed--listening to my rants.

But even with this person, not a single day have I not remembered him--my first love.

I burned the pendant he gave me. I gave out the clothes he gave me.

Then, almost three months--I guess-- passed by, an earthquake happened. The center of the earthquake is at their province.

As an ex--that haven't moved on a bit, I checked on him. And that started another chapter of our story.