Broken Wings

Have you ever worried that you would lose someone important to you if you didn't love them enough? I know I have.

Just as Bella from the Twilight series has her Edward and Jacob, this Singaporean Bella has her 'Edward' too, as well as her 'Jacob'. And likewise, this 'Jacob' is extremely important to her, I mean me. So now that 'Jacob' seems to be too busy to acknowledge my sorry existence, it really hurts.

Honestly speaking, we're from two completely different worlds. The biggest problem I've had to deal with so far is my waaaay overprotective parents, while his problems are more difficult for me to fully comprehend. But he's always trusted me enough to tell me his problems, and I've always loved him enough to try helping him through those problems, regardless of the fact that they affect me both mentally and emotionally.

I'm probably overreacting again, but it really does hurt when one of your precious people seems to be shutting you out. I talked to Xinyi last Saturday, and she noted that he seemed to have lost interest in me. Harsh but realistic. Plus, it's not like I haven't thought of that before.

I'm both upset and angry at this. Sad because I thought our friendship meant more than that. Furious because I'm being treated like some plaything. First you need me, then you throw me aside? Just who do you think you are??

I'm just thinking too much again, but I'll get by somehow. Who needs 'Jacob'?

..................

Yeah, right. Who am I trying to fool?

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