A Draft Of A Girl Who Seem To Not Know How To Move On
Hey you :) I'm feeling like writing an open letter for you. Though I know this is an utterly useless thing for me to do because you basically wouldn't read this — this is the only way I know, reaching out to you, without actually embarrassing myself. I miss you. Moving on? Yes, I tried. I really did. Just a glance, just a glance of your face is enough, it's enough to make me feel pathetic again. Feeling pathetic on the fact that I haven't move on from you. Eight years. Eight years later, here I am, crying over the fact that you're the happiest guy now. You got yourself a new girlfriend. Seems like you got everything that you need in life now. And I should be happy right? Be happy over the fact that things are going great for you; the way that I prayed it would be for you. I should be happy. I supposed to be happy. I have to be happy. At this point, nothing else matter anymore. Cus it's been years. Things passed. I should've moved o...