A Letter

I know how unhappy we have been. I have my own trust issue. I know things, I hear things. I'm biased.

Last night you asked whether or not I want you to still be together. I don't know. It's sad, but I cannot really say I care anymore. I've been asked this question eight years ago; my answer is still the same. I honestly don't care about what both of you are going to do. I'll be with Dede, even if it means we should fight against the world just by the two of us.

I don't hate you, you know. Never have, never will. About the other party involved in this case... well, I can't say I don't hate him either, yet I have lost my respect and my trust once eight years ago. Then twice yesterday.

We are good pretenders. You said we aren't because you still pour your heart in the fight. And pouring your heart means you're not pretending to keep this survive. Oh, I would like to be as genuine as you are. But I'm not.

Please know that seeing you disrespected and judged in every possible way hurts me.

I hope in the future you will make decisions that make you happy. Don't worry about me because this kind of circumstances only make me stronger. I'm still young, so I'll survive. The only thing I have ever cared about is our happiness, anyway. Broken mirror better stays broken. If you try to fix it, you'll end up hurting yourself.