The past still haunts me...
How I was back then, how I react to all mistakes I've done how I grew fond of you how you say your I love you's, your I miss you's. How you kiss me. How you hold me like no matter what you're always there for me how you fight for me how our petty fights turn to big arguments and then we make up. How everything happened so fast we didn't know we already became this... all broken and have no idea how we could fix it. And that maybe, maybe it's not the past that's haunting me. But you. The memories we shared. The things we've done. You.
