To be honest my day wouldn't pass without thinking of you
Thinking of "what if we still talk like how we used to?"
Wondering of how things started to fall apart
I wonder, how could those moments were just mere memories now
We're always that happy and chill regardless the distance
Getting excited on talking about everything, everyday
When the only barrier was the slow internet connection
When we still talk from 'Goodmorning' to 'Goodnight'
From those long paragraphs to now a single word 'ok'
It has became awkward to tell a story
I was having a second thought of asking 'how your day went'
How does those Iloveyou's now a cold replies
It has been months but why do I still feel the same?
The unfathomable lethal chest pain that I feel
Since the day that everything falls apart
It has always been there since then
Everyday I wonder on where did I messed things up
Is it because of my jealousy?
