after two years and two month.

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.