I used to wish for you to be mine, but not anymore. I got tired and now I have to move on. You may say you've given up on me, but you can't really say you've given up. If you didn't even try in the first place, right? I'm glad that I can see you smile even on picture. Now it's my turn to smile. My turn to be loved. I secretly hope that you'll run after me. Hopefully before I've completely move on *finger cross*. I may see you again, yeah somewhere else kan mun terjumpa, might smile in your presence. But I will make sure not to let you hurt my heart again. Never again.
P/s: I miss you, but I have to do this