Baby, Ilmi,
How I wish I never turned into the meanest ever bitch.
How I wish I have had treated you right from the start.
How I wish I knew what's wrong from right and stopped there.
How I wish I knew not to pick fights/disagreements with you.
How I wish once again you'd be mine.
Its too late to start regretting right now ain't it?
Well, since you've said and bade goodbye as Mine.
I hope you'll still be that one-of-a-kind guy.
A great friend.
A great confidante.
Thanks for everything.
And I mean, EVERYTHING.
From paying my bills, to shopping, to paying my food and so much more.
You're the best/only boyfriend I have.
It was the change of attitude that led to the lost of feelings, didn't it?
If only I didn't change.
If only I knew I'd been given that unseen chance.
No more chances Natalie.
You've lost the game of Love.
Cry if you may, but smile, 'cause you know he's still there.
No matter how long and hard your heart yearns for him.
There's no turning back.
He's moved on.
This is as good, as its gonna get.
Hazirah, I didn't mean to start a row.
I'm sorry.
Ohmygosh, Natalie.
Wake up and face reality.
Who do you actually really have by you now?
Huh?
A miserable number of friends.
Why?
'cause of your stinking new, mean bitch attitude that you've given.
You've lost your love, you've lost some friends.
Anymore damage to be done?
Start thinking.
I'm tired of putting on an act, saying nothing's up when everything's gone wrong.
Someday, I'll find that real Natalie.
Too many mistakes, too many hearts hurt.
"Strike three, and you're out."