Just like those people who's hearts are broken by someone, mine too.
I wear a mask and cover all those hurts like needles that keep pricking me through.
What an irony... How could a pair of lovers turn to become stranger,
or not even strangers since even the word hi we don't even say to each other when we meet.
It's just like two transparent human beings walking on the street.
We know so much of each other that it makes it so hard for people like me to not even care.
Maybe people around me would think I am still living in my dreams,
but many of the times it is hard to say I have totally let it go.
When the images of everything seems so real,
when you slow down every footsteps of life and start facing it.
Losing this relationship, I have questioned myself so many times about what's love,
what's true love when one did so much and yet was totally pushed aside at the end of the whole episode.
It's love the one that brings me up and puts me down when everything ends.
2 months from where it ends.
Everyday I pick up the broken pieces to fix it up so that I would appear strong again in everyone's eyes.
How to love again, when the condition of the heart is scarred with a big wound.
If ever I was given a choice again, I hope I had not fall in love so that we would not end up being strangers.
I hope I could cry like this girl, I hope I could tear, but now it is so painful that I could not tear no more.