Winter had turned into spring, and spring had bloomed into summer.
I wasn't exactly enjoying the hot weather and sun outside like everyone else was.
I looked out the only window of my room with a cup of cold chocolate milk on my hand as wondering to myself, what is love?.
Taking out my phone and browse definition of love at google. There's so many definition of love.
The one of them say, "People say love is pure, painful, sweet, and dreadful — all at once. The truth is, love is a basic necessity in everyone’s life. Everyone needs to be loved to live a proper and healthy life. Love has various definitions. Ask someone and they will give you their own definition of love. Love is a variety of feelings, emotions, and attitude. For some love is more than just being interested physically in someone, it’s an emotional attachment."
Others say that, “Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offence. Love keeps no score of wrongs; does not gloat over another’s sins, but delights in the truth. There is nothing love cannot face; there is not limit to its faith, its hope, and its endurance. In a word, there are three things that last forever: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of them all is love.”
Back to a few days ago,
" I am so sorry baby, please give me a chance" I could hear his voice trembling on the other line.
Tears streamed down my face as my hand trembled clutching my phone against my ear.
I sobbed, shaking my head. "We didn't a choice, we're done" I cried, hiccuping.
"I didn't want to suffer again" I sucked in a deep breath of air. "I am hang up."
I sighed. When a fleeting image of our memories crossed my mind.
I bit my lower lip, feeling my heart pang with pain at the old memories that I and him used to share, before he started cheating behind me.
I was always different from most girls who was about my age, and I knew it.
When they're hangout with their friends and couple in the famous cafe or club for having fun. I spent most of my days with watching movies, reading novels, and gardening.
So I only had one friend who accepted who I was. And I have a boyfriend, we've been in a relationship for four years.
During our years of relationship, the both of us spent most of our years together, talking about our days by phone every day.
We was barely ever met. He asked me to stay home and not to go out so much. He hates when I have a lot of friends, especially guy.
He wants to be the only guy in my life.
He wants to be my world.
He wants to be my everything.
He's never ignore me, actually. When I need him, he's always beside me.
In the beginning of third year our relationship. My friend told me that my boyfriend cheating behind me. It completely broke my heart but I was trying to calm down and think positive.
Ever since my friend told me that my boyfriend cheated on me, I hear more and more of his affairs from people around me.
I hesitated, but a fleeting image of rumors flyed about my boyfriend's affairs crossed my mind and galvanized my courage.
I asked him about his rumors flyed, by phone like we used to do. There was a long pause on the other line, until he finally answered me. He said all the rumors were false and he didn't want to discuss more. And I don't know why I believed him, although, I could hear his nervous voice on the other line at the time.
I knew I was wrong from ignoring about his rumors all as a whole. Rumor has it that he's been dating a lot of different women.
My mind is about to explode and my heart breaks every time I hear bad news about him.
I remember vividly that it was our fourth anniversary.
We met in a cafe to celebrate. I was so happy at the time, because I finally got to meet him instead of just on the phone. Like the previous celebration we had dinner and told him about many things.
After that we walked through the beautiful night of the city illuminated by street lamps. After more than an hour of walking, we decided to sit on a park bench.
His warm hand held me protectively as I leaned my head on his shoulder. He leaned in close to my ear, his hot breath whispering against my earlobe he told me he was going to the toilet, left his cell phone. Shortly after he left, his cell phone rang and there was a message. I'm reading a message from a woman I never know. Then I rubbed the screen on his phone and I opened all their chatter, but to my surprise, all their conversations were full of romantic words. Then I decided to go home on my own without telling him.
My phone rang in my handbag. The ringing began to continue on, taking out my phone. Reading the caller ID, I clicked the green answer button, as I placed the phone beside my ear.
"Baby listen!" he breathed with heavy rags. "I never loved her or anyone, I just loved you."
Tears streamed down my face, as i felt my self unable to speak. My throat was tightened up, and my mouth was dry.
I could faintly hear his slowly breathing. "Ok fine, I was cheating with some girls behind you. But that just for having fun, not more."
"Trust me" he whispered so low.
Is it true that love hurts?
Love is sometimes selfish to keep someone we love by our side. But don't be selfish to force them to stand next to us with the pain we've created. Be firmly on yourselves, make someone you love happy to be by your side don't hurt them with the presence of others between you and someone you love.