A short story

For quite awhile, I was thinking on how my past life went through the obstacles up til I still standing here as who I am. Love and Friends. He once convinced me they were never been any relationship between them anymore. I believed in him. We continued our relationship as there’s nothing I should worried about. The truth was, he wasn't in love with me like I thought. Yes he lied. He lied to me and I was the only person who didn't know the back story of all those really shits that happened. For almost two years, what I'm trying to say is he gave me that fake hope which lead me feels as a queen. Now I understand that feeling of small as insignificant as humanly possible. and how it can actually aches in places that you didn't know you had inside you. It doesn't matter how many shoes you bought or dresses you tried on or how many fake smiles you put on your face during the weekends with your girlfriends, you still go to bed every night going over every details and wonder what you did wrong and how could he cheated on you. and how in hell, for the brief moments I could thought that I was that happy?

Life changed.

People changed.

We are together now. He explained everything nicely what does actually happened. His position that time make him did those stupid things to me. Boys' dilemma. With supports from both of our parents and bless from our families, I'm happy kid now. Miracles. I've seen changes in him. upon us through ups and downs. Even I've changed a bit, but I hope he will never stop on trying to be much better and better. Because we know we need each other to get through the bullshit life and facing bullshit Malaysian people here who think they are the best even the worst at all.

Just if he read this, I want him to know that bad memories bout us once ago can't yet be forgotten. I'm trying though. Yes it hurt much. So much. and to people who knows our true story, thanks for the support too. and for sure 'Moscow friends' knows nothing. They can only judge by outside us. I bet no one want to make friend or prolong the friendship with two-three-four-or-any-thousand faces people or with people who make up story about you even though never talk face-face. Shame on them. Education is nothing without brain. But hey, I'm not pointing all. I love my usrahmates and roommates =D They know me as well. So to make a wrap, be sincere in making friend and you will find out what is happiness in ukhuwwah =)