It has been one year since we been together. Things change a lot. Not only we grow, our thoughts, ideas, and goals are totally different. What I’ve expected is not what really happens. One-half of this year, I live in sorrow. I felt sorrow about what I became; so fragile and pessimistic. I love him, but not the way I want. Can’t live without him even just a flash. Time made me so into him that I had never thought of. “Whatever he did, I’ll forgive him.” That’s what I believed. Ironically, I was wrong. Day by day, my forgiveness became easier to get, not because I’m nice. But because I started to get used to false. Still, I’m so into him but with a lot of disappointments. Then, I figure out. “Get used to it” came with disappointments. ‘Cause the less I care, the less I hurt. He loves me but in his own ways. I’m immune to heartbreaking moments. I swear to God that I’ll never cry for any guys again. Good night, happy birthday, my love.