after two years and two month.
i never thought it would be so hard to let you (everything about you) go. even sometimes, i should proud i managed my heart well. but hmmm still, as human i can't deny that feeling.
still hurt. still fresh. still love.
i hate myself for that.
why?
after two years and two month.
i never know that you could be that far.
its like i never know you, its like something that never happens.
i hate myself for that.
why?
after two years and two month.
i still pray and hopes that you will be happy with the decision you made.
i love your smile, your eyes.
i know you're still the same person, but time had changed you my dear.
i hate myself for that.
why?
because i still love you.
october eight two thousand fifteen.
