Dear May,
Exactly a month u broke up with me....I still feel the pain l like yesterday. I still could remember the entire scene that happened that day. You said you wanted to break up, I rushed to nowhere to buy flower for you. I took you to that restaurant and begged you to stay at my side. I pretended I was ok. My feeling and my mood on that day are now refreshing my brain. My heart that was already broken into pieces, breaking again into even small pieces now.

I hate my good memories. I used to feel very proud of my good memory last time whereby I could even remember all the maths’ formulas, classmate's birth and phone and etc. I can remember everything if I want to keep it inside my memory. But now, I hate my good memory. I tried to forget how I treated you I cant. I tried to forgot your face, your hug, your care but i cant. I never realized that was the treasure given by God to me. Now I give away this treasure to other people. I’m really stupid. Bastard!

Hai... No mood to work today....