During this time last year, I was in misery, but look at me now. I am happy and perfectly fine. I never thought that I can.
I was afraid of losing you.
I was afraid of not having you.
I was afraid of missing you that I will suffocated.
But, look at me now.
I'm perfectly happy.
I'm perfectly fine.
Although the thought of you always come back.
The thought of you coming back, come once in awhile.
But, I'm fine.
I'm doing just fine.
Break up don't really changed me.
I'm still the same girl that always happy.
Nobody can changed that.
Even you.
I'm not missing you.
I just miss the memory.
I prefer we dead to each other.
