Dearest, you.

Dearest, you.

I don’t know..

Sometimes I just being selfish to myself.

Sometimes I just being such a mess.

And sometimes I just being me.

***

Recently, I found myself looking arround, searching for my missing puzzle

.

But I don’t know where it was.

I don’t know where I put that thing last time since I ‘played’ that.

And now I knew where it was.

It was belongs to someone who mean a lot to you.

It was belongs to someone who deserve your affection, loving thing a little bit more.

It was belong to someone who has been you choose.

But it wasn’t me.

Not me.

Not me, the guy who loved you the most.

Not me, the guy who give you a hundred thousand for smile.

Not me, the guy who won’t hurting you all the time.

Can you see that im the one?

***

But by the time passed.

You still choose him as your choice.

You still choose him, because, im no longer exist maybe. In your mind ofc.

Bye, you.

Dearest, you.

***

Im sorry for being such a mess.

Im sorry for not making you an effort to held you.

Im sorry for being selfish to myself.

Because im just being me.

Im the coward.

The coward who loved you the most.