He falls to the ground after colliding with a friend in a basketball game, spraining his ankle. He clutched his ankle in pain and limped out of the court and looked up as his friends surrounded him. As he looked, he was dissapointed that his girlfriend did not care enough to ask if he's alrite. Maybe she's too tired again to care? Or she is already used to ignoring him. But the pain he felt that moment was worse, much worse than the pain in his ankle. She had ignored and shown him attitude for the entire day, as if he had done something that somehow managed to irritate her again. He did not know what he had done. he felt that that he had tried his best, but it was getting increasingly difficult to hold on. She did not seem to care or wish to put in any effort into the relationship and quarrels and misunderstandings was much more frequent lately. Putting back on a smile so that his friends would not worry, he joined the game again despite his swollen ankle. He moved to mark her. A sound of pure irritatation stopped him again. What had he done this time? She had mentioned that she has a shorter fuse these days but he didn't expect this. They used to have such fun together. He didnt even notice that he was marking her. He was just playing his game. The message she sent him that night made him feel even lower.. He had hoped, even expected that she would ask how his ankle is. But the message shocked and rent his emotions further. 'Erm im quite pissed with you.. Despite any encouragement, you gave a ridiculous comment on our region art.. Is like so..? Y nt u paint next yr?' He looked at the message, a horrible mixed feeling of anger and dissapointment stirring at his inner being. 'It was a honest comment' he begun 'i simply said that i didnt understand what the painting portrayed tts all! I didnt say that its not nice if you choose to be so pissed over it, thers nth i can do!' Had he sounded too harsh? No..after all, he felt she treated him worse than that. Her reply simply made him stare, not knowing what to do. It says 'Lol...Forget it.. Its over!^^ nitex' he didn't want to talk about it anymore. How she managed not to notice the thoughts and feelings of the guy she was with for nearly 7mths, he dosnt know. The next day on the train, there was a joke about some lame guy and laughing loudly, he commented that the guy thinks he was cute. And she informed him in a most irritated tone and with as much contempt as she can muster, 'at least he's cuter than you.' he wanted to tell her how hurt he was, how disgraced he felt. But all he could say was' who cares about your dumb opinion.' again, she did not have a clue to what he was thinking. She probably tells herself its just a joke...just another joke. Surely he can take jokes? Well he cant and its pathetic, he finds, that after 7mths she does not realise that he cannot take jokes that makes him feel like shit. Shit. He felt like shit. For the rest of the day she acted as if nothing happened at all. He hated her. Hated how miserable she has made him. But he loved her too. Loved her enough to sacrifice, to do anything for her.. even if he must die for her.. However, she does not seem to care or appreciate whatever he does for her. She does not seems to wish to spend time with him. She prefers her friends more. 'I will die for my friends but i will never die for you.' maybe its a joke, but he never forgot that. Looking up to heaven, he asked God from the bottom of his heart. 'Maybe we were never meant to be together. Maybe i should have listened to You. That it would be better to be just friends. Maybe.....'