It's okay not to be okay. Right?

I hate dealing with matters of heart. I am fickle-minded, but I don't want to be fickle-minded over love too. I want to be certain about the things I'm doing, the feelings I'm having. Remember how we used to be? Although we don't know each other for long, but I think you knew me inside out. You even used to care, used to love me dearly, used to treasure what we've. Now? Ha ha ha.

I remember your silliness, I remember how we started talking through Facebook because I don't have a phone. When I want to end the conversation, you just kept continuing. I never once admitted how boring your topics you used to be, they always leave me speechless and I've got no idea what to reply but I'll still crack my brains to continue a conversation so dead. Then we started texting, then slowly you started calling me to tell me about your whereabouts and we'll talk on the phone every night because only listening to each other's voice then we could fall asleep. But now? 

You get tired easily, you'll sleep at certain timing but yet you don't mind staying up late at night to talk to me or wait for me to finally get to bed. Now? You'll complain about how tired you're, you'll choose sleep over me. I should have known I'm never once your first priority, but I never once mind. I just dislike knowing the fact that I'm receiving lesser and lesser love. The promises you made, I still hold on to them but never once reminded you about it. 

When I'm hungry, I can't cook. You called and said you wanted to cab down to cook for me, haha. I used to find it ridiculous, but now I find it sweet. Too bad, I should have cherish the moments when you're nice to me. Partially my fault. All those little things you said/do, I remembered them clearly. Like how you used to remember what I say. Well, I know you don't give a fuck to what I say now, it's alright. When I talk about this effortless relationship, you make me feel as though I'm not understanding enough. Okay fine, I'll see how long I can go. Perhaps when I stopped loving and left, you won't realize or probably don't care. 

You've no time for me, so don't say I've got no time for you. You don't care about me because you're too busy, you don't even have time to text me, haha. Okay can, I feel how busy you're already. From today onwards, I'll live my life like the past, like before I met you. I'd be the strong girl I used to be, I won't let this relationship affect me anymore. We'll be better off without each other.
Goodbye, love. Thanks for everything you once did.