I started writing at exactly 10:23AM. 23 was my favourite number. It was the date we began our relationship. Sad because it's only a number now. I would be honest to say that I still think about him. But I refused to think of our past and memories. One of these days, we'll gonna meet again and if that time will happen, I don't want to feel any hate towards him. You don't need to hate somebody who taught you some lessons in life. Somebody who made you better and stronger. Find reasons why it happened and you'll realise it was really meant to mould you. I was never alone, I just thought I was because that's what I made of myself. I need to get back up on my feet and take my first step towards success. Hurt and pain wont knock me down.