Two weeks already passed, but you don't seem bothered that you broke my heart.
Seeing you happy with other people feels like acid splattering onto my eye and making me blind. That should be me making you happy, not them.
I always stick to my word that I'll love someone, but can I still love you even though you already gave up on loving me?
All I can tell myself is "Why did you choose a guy like this? You anticipated everything that would happen, but you chose to be an optimist about thw situation.
I was overthinking, but why did those thoughts happen? I kept overthinking about you getting tired of me, but why did it happen?
You got tired, but it barely was the start. I loved you whole heartedly, but did you? Did you even love me? or was I just someone that you saw as your second choice?
There are questions that will left unasked and unanswered, but all these questions make me think that you never really loved me. It makes me think that the words "I love you." meant nothing to you as you said them to me.
