I thought I was fine. I really thought I'd be okay without you.
I went on with my life like you’ve never been part of it, I was doing all fine being alone— until I saw you happy with someone else.
My heart started aching again, I remember how we broke up and turned into strangers.
You broke up with me and I heard you've found someone better than me, so I left instantly.
I didn’t bother to fight for you, and didn’t even bother to convince you to choose me over her.
I pretended that it was okay, as long as you’re happy.
But seeing you with her now is more painful than the day that I figured out you were loving someone else.
I realized that I was never okay all along, I was just making myself believe that your absence can’t hurt me at all.
And now that I saw you meters away from me— close enough to touch your face again but can't even reach your hands, my heart is slowly breaking inside, and I can't even tell you how much I missed you.
