I’m fascinated with your answer.
I wonder what will you say if I directly ask it to you.
But I guess I would never have a gut to ask it.
It begins with one word.
One little things that could destroy everything or even start it all over again.
But still, I guess it wouldn’t change anything for you.
Let me know the truth.
Tell me more about it since I keep asking you for the reason.
It always hurts to know that I always be one of those girls.
But I guess, I can handle it now.
Just tell me if you’ve already forget me.
Tell me if you’ve already found a better girl.
Tell me that you’re happy with her.
Just please, don’t tell me that you never love me…