Broke up with Ethan but things didn’t seem to end that way. Having spent so much time together, 7 years to be exact, it has became a habit that he is wherever I was. I would still call him when I feel like having company. We would still meet up every weekend and hang out with the gang. Everyone thought that we were an item.

Ethan and I were together since secondary school days. He was a quiet person whereas I was the chatty one. He had such patient that I’ve never seen him blew his top. Although he doesn’t talk much, he always made his presence felt.

I was one hell of a girl during the younger days. Knowing that he trusts me with all his heart and soul, he was not my one and only. Felt bad after a while, I’ve decided to break up with him. Instead of screaming at me, he held onto my hand gently.

"We can always talk this over. It is just a fling. So long you guys have broke up and that you promise not to do this again. I think we can make it."

I was so upset with myself. He was so nice to me yet I am doing all these to hurt him. We never talked about this issue and I promise him that it will never happen again.

Guessed promises were meant to be broken. After a while, I got together with this guy. I think I am falling in love again. Especially having facing the same person for the past 5 year.

Once again, I brought up the topic of breaking up. He was devastated. He was serving the army at that point of time. Wanted some much to come back to the island to sort this out with me but yet met with so much restrictions.

We never did break up thought. He waited patiently for me to have enough fun and return to him. I felt that I was treating him as a spare but I just can’t control my feelings. I thought he can’t live without me. I thought he would never leave me.

Never say never because never never comes.

The turning point came when he started working. They were just too many thing to distract him. New way of living. More friends of the opposite sex. Lesser time with me as I was also working.