Mum called last night,
Informing me that my fiancé-to-be,
Is coming this Saturday.
Why didn't he tell me?
Is this supposed to be a surprise or something?
Let me tell you about surprises.
I hate it.
I remembered when Syidi made a decision on his own to let me go,
Without discussing things with me,
Deciding my fate,
Our fate,
Simply because he thought it was for the best.
I started writing because of a broken heart.
I am so sick of people who claimed they love me,
But excluding me in making decisions,
Deciding on their own,
For what they think is the best.
If they loved me at the first place,
They would remember to include me.
I hate it.
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