It's so shameful to say that, but the truth is I still love her, miss her and want her back. It's like I'm wanting the sun to warm me up in winter but hating it and throwing tantrum in summer. I should be loving her in any condition of my life.
How pathetic. You think so too right? How pathetic I'm to still want her back. I'm no good to her. Still, why I wanted to be with her? I understand now, how important she was in my life. How great role she played to erase my unhappiness. She sacrifice herself to me. But I just couldn't collect her love thrown towards me.