I was thinking about the worst thing in life. I guess losing you is the worst. I still think that it is the worst thing in life. The time you left me with no word. The time we started to stay away, to make a distance, to heal our scars.
But tonight, I know the truth. Losing you isn’t the worst thing. I know love never means a possession. Love is an appreciation. So, I guess I can handle it. I can stay love you without own you. I still can make sure that you’re fine from a distance. I still can adore you for ages…
One thing that I couldn’t handle. Being replaced.
I still have no idea if you’re finally meet the new one. It will probably be the end of me.