I'm in love with this girl... Still am, actually.
This... amazing... beautiful, talented... girl.
She was my everything.
She was the reason...

The reason why I lived through all those torturous years in high school...
The reason why I tried harder... and harder in practically everything to have her eyes on me...
The reason I climbed the popularity rankings to have a better view of her...

The main reason why -

... I'll get to that later...

To me, she was perfect in every way. She was popular. And nice.
She was that one girl-next-door who grabbed everyone's attention with just her natural beauty and niceness, you know.
I would know, because she grabbed mine the second she strode into my world. Our world.

I would always visit the library to just stare at her as she dozes off on those big comfy armchairs by the huge glass windows.
I would always pass by her classroom to check if she's still there on my way out of school.
I would always try to snatch a seat near her table at recess.
That was how strong my love for her... Still is, actually.

We became acquaintances through some poseur friend of hers.
We became friends on that memorable rainy day; 17th June 2008. She had forgotten her umbrella and used mine.
We became "besties" when she realized we had almost identical personalities. I did my fair share of research.

I waited for the right moment to confess.
Valentine's Day was too obvious, and I wanted to be spontaneous. She likes them spontaneous.
Christmas; too... impossible. She had gone on a trip to Australia to save the kangaroos.
Easter... is... well, you get the idea...

But... there was no use for me to go through all that crap...
There were others...
So I waited and waited... and waited... waited... and waited...
But my time never came... until graduation.

It'd be perfect.
There'd be balloons.
The food would taste like rubber and sand on my tongue but I can always ask my Aunt Marcia, who's a caterer, to cater for the party.
My family would be there... a free-of-charge photographer.
I mean, we could get married on the spot!
It won't be wrong. We would be at a legal age by then.
And it definitely won't be weird.
Why would it be weird since she was my fate and I was hers?

Oh, how wrong I was back then...

Few months later, I got involved in a student exchange program.
I went ballisticks.
I had planned everything. Now, all of that's going to waste.

The principal reassured me that I'd be back in a few months before graduation.
So, I left.

You, she cried for me...

The program passed by me like a blur.
My grades dropped drastically, but I didn't care.
All it mattered was that I was right here, right now. At graduation.

Estatic. Happy. Thrilled. Every happy-related emotion was drilled into my body.

I hated myself for being so optimistic...

I ran straight to her. You can't blame me.
I've waited for years...
And I didn't want to wait anymore.

But... I did ended up waiting for her... again...
She was kissing another guy.
Not just any 'other guy', my best male friend to be exact.

She was my everything. EVERYTHING.
Now... that everything is somebody else's...
What happened, Fate? What? TELL. ME.

Please... tell... me...
She... was... everything...

Every negative-related emotion pursed through my body when I took one last glance at my girl making out with the backstabber whom I had called a friend.

Regret.

Anger.

Sadness.

Self-pity.

Even Death...

...

No one saw me at the graduation ceremony.
My name was called 15 times but I wasn't there...

A scream echoed throug the halls of the school when she found my dead body sprawled over the grass with blood all over.

I killed myself.

I had nothing else left...

IT WAS THE MOST SENSIBLE THING TO DO.

My everything was stolen.

The Reason is... her...