My Little Romance with the Wrong Person

It was inevitable. Deep inside, I knew the moment would come. I thought it was gonna be me. I thought I'm the one who's gonna break it out. Every possible scenario played out in my head leads to me being the bad guy. Like someone, can't commit, break it off. To think I've already mapped out how our future is gonna be like. I'm just glad you told me now rather then when I've fallen deeper and deeper in love with you. Now it's just *poof*, and it's gone. No harm done. I could not even shed a tear. Well, maybe one or two. But I'm astounded by my own maturity. Or maybe I just didn't like you that much. I don't know. Either way, life is too short to dwell on issues that has a negative impact on you. And I'm kind of relief I have all the time now to focus on my assignments and not be out and about worrying on deadlines and my understanding of my field of studies. Just this tiny post and I'm done with it. It gets lonely, yes. But it's gonna be so worthwhile when the right person comes along. And she will come around. I know it. I think.