I still remember the day we said goodbye. It was the hardest thing for me to watch him walked out the door. Never have I felt so lost and alone. As time goes on, I keep on telling myself that things just weren’t meant to be and he belongs somewhere else.

That was until I found out about the real, ugly truth. It turns out his ‘saviour’ had her own hidden agenda. She was determined to keep me away from him so that she can have him all to herself, I was told. On top of that, the married woman had the audacity to tell everybody else that he likes her. Shocked to the core by her duplicity, all I wanted to do at that time was howl in anguish and pain. My heart cried out his name over and over again, as if the act itself can lead me back to him. Misguided by the games that she played, I was lost between the truth and the lies.

Things just happened from the very beginning without rhyme or reason. I was powerless to stop it, yet it was too intense to ignore. Would I even change a thing that happened between the two of us? Not a bit. Sure, I stumbled and tripped along the way. But throughout the journey I have learnt about life’s important lessons. I believe that everything happened for a reason. And I wonder, would he even care when he found out about the truth?