Revelation

Money is everything.
It's important, I agree.

Without money, we struggle.

We starve, we suffer.

But to place it a priority over me?

Over our Love?

I understand. You're materialistic.

You wanted a comfy life.
A life of Luxurious living you mean.

Why not?

You will jump at the chance of easy money.
Easy money, you said.

Isn't marrying a rich guy,

an easy way to get rich?

You asked me this,
"Would you rather cry in a Mercedes Benz,

or cry on a Bicycle?"

I kept quiet. But I know.

You would rather cry in a Mercedes Benz,

than cry on a Bicycle.

I have the answer to the question.

It's...

"When I cry, it doesn't matter where.

When tears flow, nothing matters."

Perhaps what my boss said was right.
"Money can buy you everything, even Love."

If I am a millionaire,

would you leave me for a poor man?

You might say you will.

But words don't mean a thing.
Moreover,

"Money first, Love second."

I'm devastated.

Because not only am I secondary to your family,

something which I have learnt to accept,
I am secondary to materials.

To Money.

I don't know how long more can I take this.
You already broke all the trust I had for you.

When I just asked...

"Guy or Girl?"
You get angry, rage over the phone,

and said...
"I told you it's a friend."

Maybe he's a rich.

Maybe he's more caring.
Spends more time with you.

Do what you want.

Get what you want.

You said you won't cheat.

I ask for your Facebook password.

"No."

Even when you already had mine.

There are many things.

But it gets clearer and clearer,

day after day.

I now know I'm not for you.

I'm never fond of materialistic girls.

But I tried to make it an exception since it's you,

the girl I love.

But no. I'm naive.

Too naive.

Money is everything after all.

To have placed Love as no.1, 

I'm just being stupid.

But now I know.

Thanks to you.

That girls will always be girls.

Money and Materials are always first.

Love is always second.

Perhaps Love never existed.

I now know.

One day, when you found someone rich,

I'll let go.

Let go of you.

So you can live the happy life you always wanted.

A life where you can cry in a Mercedes Benz.