My life. My choices. My problems. My mistakes. My lessons.
I may be ignoring you, but inside I'm dying to talk to you.
I say I don't care about you but every time my phone vibrates, a part of me hopes it's you.
You know, actually not talking to you kills me inside.
Sometimes I stay up at night thinking about you and wishing we could be together.
You have no idea how hard it is for me to stop thinking about you.
I'm scared of losing you, but then again, you're not even mine.
We are not belong to each other.
I loved our beginning and hated our ending.
I need to moved on because every time I know your not mine or think about you,
my heart breaks a little more.
I don't want to be a heart breaker but I don't want to have my heart break either.
P/s : Don't pretend you understand how I feel because for sure,
you won't understand even if you try.