Entry #8: Does not exist

As I've mentioned in the previous post, there are times when I would think of you and make me think of begging you for forgiveness hoping that you would give me another chance. One of my friends talked some sense to me: that person, the one that I loved, and the one who promised that we would be together forever DOES NOT EXIST anymore. You may look the same but the personalities are now different. I think she's right. The person that I fell in love with is now gone. This is why I named the blog Does not exist. But I still love that person. I love the way she laughs. I love the way she would make childish remarks with her childish voice. The way she eats ice and says it her way of drinking water. I love how that person won't let anyone push her around. They way she smirks at something that bothers her or anyone that frustrates her. I love how vocal she is of what she feels. I love the way she speaks and the way she sings. I love how she would sleep in my arms. And I love that she loved me too. But that person does not exist anymore. And I have to accept that.