When my mom said she doesn't like me to be with a chinese, I fought for you. I argued with her. I didn't talk to her much for days. You left. You won't even give me time. You stood by with your ex, in this same situation for a year. With me you couldn't stand 7 months in hiding. Is it because you believe that it's better to end because you'll definitely find someone better than me that can be accepted by your parents? Or is it because you have already found that person? I can't figure you out. The more I try, the more I imagine, the more I dig myself deeper and deeper. My parents knew. All they can say to me is be a man. My mom told me to hang on and hopefully you'll change your mind. Funny how I expected her to actually say "I told you so". I'm trying to move on, just like you. But I'm moving at a much slower pace. Why? Because hopefully if I move slow enough you can catch up with me if you ever wanna turn back and find me. This has become my journal for now. I don't know if you'll ever read this. But that doesn't matter. No one is willing to listen to me, no one understands this situation, no one can give any advice because they don't see any problem with the relationship. You were unhappy. I get it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a malay. You must've had a torrid 7months just hiding everything. If you were happy you'd probably carry on with me and discuss a solution for this together. Not just leave me in the dark and make drastic changes that I can't accept. Now you're shoving me away. I know you don't mean it. You're just doing it so I can move on. But I dont want to. I'm not moving, but I don't want to stand and watch you move. Stand and watch you enjoy life without me, stand and watch you possibly falling in love with someone else, stand and burn through all this. I can't do this. Come back, please.