"I'm not sure, you know? About how I really feel.. About you, about us." He repeated for the umpteenth time. I could feel the pain stabbing through me as the wind blew. After which I proceeded to scrutinize every detail of his expression. From the surface, he looked calm and yet somewhat confused. His brows were knitted close together as his eyes shied away from mine. The silence went on for a brief moment and soon, it was my turn to lower my head as I tried to keep my emotions intact. The seconds ticked by without another word. It was until then I heard him exhale a soft sigh before speaking again. "But hey, aren't you feeling hungry?" he asked, in a much lighter tone. Why does he keep on changing the subject? Here I am, trying to figure this whole damn relationship out and he keeps running away from the topic at hand. "Diana?" he called, and tapped me on the shoulder. I lifted my gaze to meet his. "I've had enough," I stated. There was a short pause as I heard him inhale a sharp breath. "What do you mean? Do you want to go home?" he questioned. Anger whirled through me and I raised my voice a little. "Stop running away! What good would it do anyway? You always do this, and that's the main reason why we can never get this problem over and done with!" Warm tears flooded my eyes, and I blinked hard several times. "You're right. I'm sorry for dragging this for so long, look at what I've done." he whispered. I bit my lip, trying my very best not to break down. "The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you, Diana. But I've been doing it to you so much,"

  "Well, it's too late now. I suggest we should just remain as friends," I mumbled under my breath. There was a long pause before he confirmed his feelings. "All this time, you're like a sister to me." The pain was enough to break me into pieces. "Thanks for letting me know. And thanks for everything," I summed it up, and walked away quickly. This was what I wanted, isn't it? After bearing all the pain for months.. Knowing that he didn't love me in the normal way. Still, he had been so nice to me in the beginning.. It's no use crying now, silly.. Oh, who am I kidding.. Tony, who I've known for a few years before, became my boyfriend shortly after a camp, dragged the relationship on for months thinking that he was in love with me when he actually in fact, was not in love with me. It was hard to take in, but I knew that it was pointless to run away from this truth. In a daze, I stumbled on the pavilion leading towards the nearby gazebo. Tired, I flung myself onto the park bench and curled myself up into a ball. Why.. Am I crying? The thought lingered in my head for a moment before it was interrupted my the vibration of my cellphone. "Hey Diana, where are you?" It was Damien, a friend that I've met through a recent camp as he was in the same group as I was.

  Damien had been very nice to me, being there for me whenever I had a problem with Tony. He would sit next to me and listen to everything I had to complain about and make me feel better. Also, we had been studying together every Saturday at the library. For me, maths was my weakest subject. Luckily for me, Damien was strong in maths, and he had been coaching me with my work ever since then. Slowly, I noticed that he was dropping subtle signs that he actually had feelings for me. Initially, I remained normal about it, because not only was I already in a relationship, but I didn't have any feelings for him. Time passed gradually and I started to look forward to spending time with him week after week. It was only then when I realised that he was able to make me truly happy, just by being there for me. Before I knew it, I realised that I wanted him to be with me more than anyone else. Especially when I knew that things weren't going to work out with Tony. It was then when I decided that I had experienced enough pain from Tony, and wanted to talk to him.

  So we arranged to meet up on my birthday, which was today. I didn't really expect that things would end up this way, but I guess it was for the better.