Dear... The Guy Who I Thought Was My Destiny
Seriously? I don't really know how to start this letter. First, I want to write this in English and I'm not that fluent in English language. Second, why do I need to write a letter when I had known from the very start that you don't really like me.
Why do I need to fall in love with you? When in fact, in the first place you couldn't like nor love me. I know we're too young for this kind of stuff. But this is the first time I've felt this way.
I thought we were meant to be together because before your grandma and my uncle had a 10-year relationship. All of them thought that they were meant to be together, but they broke up. Your father and my auntie also had a relationship but their relationship also didn't last. So I thought the reason why they didn't end up together was because we're meant to be together.
Until now I do still believe the quote "everything happens for a reason" but I guess we weren't the reason they didn't end up together. I guess this is the end, I should really move on. You can go back to me and I'll accept you no matter, if I'm still not over you, but if I am, sorry, you had your chance. See you when I see you, Z.
You'll always be a part of me. I hope we can still be friends.