Maybe it’s been a million years ago but still, sometimes, I feel I could have been better. It could have been better. I was immature then. Had all this ideas about love and fairytales and happy endings. Up until now, I still wish they do come true. But sadly, a lot of side stories happened before I even reached that famous happy ending. It was my choice to be on those side stories because from where I was standing then, I couldn’t see what lied ahead. Where the road was leading to. It was fuzzy. Maybe, they were all in my mind. I kept thinking of what might not happen. I easily gave up when I should have held onto what could have been the best. Right now, I feel weak. I am still impatient of things that might come. There are still some things that I am not quiet sure of. My feelings might be cheating on me with things that I have right now. But you know what, I was sure that I wanted you then. I still love you and until now, it’s killing me. I could have been better. I could have treated you right. I could have been fair to you. But I was selfish. Now, when I realize everything that have happened, there’s nobody to blame but myself. Yes, I could have been better. I could have waited. I could have hold onto you. Maybe I already wanted the happy ending but like what they say, happy endings happen at the end of the story. Ours already ended but there’s always the phrase… TO BE CONTINUED…