This brought back so much memories, and the sorrow which came along with it.
I remember the time we had together back in school.
I remember she used to travel weekly to come over to my place, when I hated going over to hers.
Now I realize that it must have been so tiring and painful for her, yet she chose to come over anyway.
I knew she looked forward to our phone call every night, but I found it tedious as it was taking too much of my time.
I remember the cooking that we use to do together - making food that each other love.
I used to dread those "stupid new recipes", yet I failed to realize her love for me.
She had me always on her mind, yet I was pursuing other things in life.
She tried so hard to get close and comfort me during that period of my life.
But the fact of the matter is, she doesn't understand that no matter how hard she tried, she cannot get to me.
Love is not about effort, it's about compatibility.
She tried, and tried so hard - she deserve to be happy.
I've moved on twice now, I really hope she is doing well.
I really hope she finds someone who appreciates her love.
My first love, if you're still reading my blog, this I have to say to you again: I'm sorry.