i guess it was over right after it started. i can recall the days that i couldn't wait for her phone calls, a listen to a music, a bite out and home again.
i know exactly why it went that way. but i wonder why i kept up with it for longer? it sometime is even scary, how easy i adapt myself with the situation that i now, even back then, consider uneasy.
although i hardly regret my past and things i have done, but such experiences makes it harder to like someone, which makes life harder.

wake up young man, wake up
your love affair had been gone for ten long years;