I still do have those weird hopes even I knew it was not meant to be. I hate it.. I hate to hope.. I hate that I love him.. I hate when I thought of him.. But as I hate, I loved him more. Dammit -_-" Even when I was shopping, I think of him if he's here... During my trip back to my home, I just thought of him the whole way. Tears in my eyes, I cried... Yea, I did cried, looking out of the window.... Sigh... Let it go if there isn't meant to be.