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I feel regret.








   "Youngjae!! How could you do
   this to me- ahhhh stapphh"








I miss your voice, I miss you laugh and I miss your touch.







      "Youngjae, it's okay to cry. You
  are human after all. Crying
     doesn't make you weak."










I miss your hugs, kisses and your advices when I was feeling down.











People said our relationship will be forever until we die and I was thinking the same.








But,

















I ruined it. I ruined everything.




















"Why are you always accusing me cheating with Jaebeom, Youngjae?"














"How could I not??!! I literally saw you went out with him. Eating together at restaurant and talked happily with each other. How could I not think that you are cheating with me? TELL ME!"
















"YOU ONLY JUDGE ON YOUR SIDE YOUNGJAE!! YOU NEVER GIVE ME CHANCE TO PROVE THAT I'M NOT CHEATING ON YOU. DO YOU THINK THAT ONLY YOU THAT ALWAYS RIGHT?!!"





















The next day after we had fight, I saw you bring out your luggage. I begged you to not leave me because I really need you.





"Please don't leave me"







"I don't think we can be together anymore. You always accuse me and I'm tired of it. You never trust me."









"Please give me chance. I'll do my best"







"You already had your chance, Youngjae. But, you keep failing to prove your best."












The first month of our breakup was really awful. I keep dreaming on you at night. I can't even focus on my job.
















I was starting to lose myself.





















When I heard from Jaebeom that the day he went out with you because you wanted to ask him what would I like for birthday present. You never buy one because I always said that I want you as my present. So, that's why you that time you wanted to buy so you can show how grateful you are to me.




















His words only made me cry more. Now, I realized that I'm really stupid.













미안해. 정말 미안해.



















After two years, we finally met again.















But, you were with someone else.















It was Jackson's friend, Mark Tuan.













I met him twice at work and he said that he had found his love.








I never think it was you.
















I hate it. I hate when he made you laughed. I hate how close he is. I hate how both of you kissed and hugged each other.













And I hate myself that I can't do that to you.












I hate myself that I failed you.

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