Press The Pause Button

Life has no pause button to think, to decide, to judge. Life has no rewind nor forward button. Where you are now is exactly what you're doing and what you should do.

And that's where I am right now. I wish that I have the "pause" button to pause and think. Or maybe fast forward it to skip this situation. I am a girl with a broken heart. And this time, it's really for real.

It's not another fight. But it's the end. I think? Well it has to! I looked back so many times. And I keep asking God to give me another chance to erase the regret that has been killing me past few months. And there it is. The chance. To leave.

I don't know the status now. Am I single or am I not? Do I want this or I don't? I want this! Yes! But I don't want this! Damn. Why love h.u.r.t.s?

I want him to be that frog. The one that will be my prince forever. The one who will take care of me. Why does it has to end? I love him. With all my heart. Truly. He's a great boy. But yeah, he's a 'boy'. I need a man to take care of me and love me.

I can't go on with him. I can't take the pain of loving him. But at the same time, I can't live without him. I must make a wise decision so that I will not regret it in the future. For the mean time, I off my phone. But he said that our last call was last call forever.

Our memories in lingering on my mind. And I can't stop myself from imagining him hugging another girl. I really don't want to lose him. He's part of me. He's my soul.

It takes a couple seconds to say Hello, but forever to say Goodbye.

It takes a few minutes for us to meet on myspace. It take a few second for him to leave me his number. It takes a few minutes for me to call him and told him that I'm around his area. And it takes less than an hour for him to fall for me. It takes months for him to make me love him. It takes 7 months for me to get him back. It takes a year for us to build a relation. It takes a day for 'us' to cease. It takes hours for him to try to leave me. It takes a second for him to hung up the phone.



I know that when I wake up tomorrow, things would be different. No more morning calls. No more 'I love you, baby.' Or maybe.. 'I miss you so much'..

No more.