13th January, 2020.

I thought it won't be as hurt anymore.
Funny that I thought everything seems fine.
It's not fine at all.
I just hid myself; pretended to be okay.
Pretend not to care about it.
Faking myself for more.


Those things you used to share it to me; the music.
Honestly, I still thinking on how would you feel if I shared things we used to talk or shared about, to other person.
I thought I just maybe slightly different, how you treat me. 
Because we were close once.


But it's clear now, maybe.
It's only me that hoping; wishing.