I wasn't ready to commit myself.
I wasn't ready for marriage.
I wasn't ready at all.
Now that I think back, the breakup was not a bad idea after all.
It seems like the best way out for both of us.
I wasn't the one he need.
I wasn't the one he want.
I wasn't the right one.
Hopefully, one day, we will both find the right one at the right time. Funny that he used to asked me that among the right time, the right people and the right place (i think something like this), which one matters to me most. I still find it hard to answer, all three still matter to me.
The right guy, the right time and the right place.
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