It's been a month since you left me.
It's been a month since you love another girl.
It's been a month since you broke your promises, that no matter what happens, you and I will be together.
It's been a month...
But there's still pain.
It's been a month...
But still, I'm broken.
It's been a month...
But you're still the one.
The one I love.
But also the same person who broke my heart and shattered me into pieces.
It's been a month, but I don't know how I will get over you.
Is it really true that when you love someone, you can't easily get over with him? You can't easily forget all the memories you had together?
How can I move forward, when all around me is full of you.
The places we had our endless talks.
The places, you and I are together.
The places which somehow became extra special.
Everytime I see those places...
It was you. You, I remember.
Remembering the past slapped me so hard so as the reality.
Reality that You and I are now just part of the past.
It really hurts that you believe in your own thoughts. Dreaming with your own thoughts. And hurting... because of your own thoughts.
Own thoughts that it was you and me, sharing and making happy memories together. Capturing every moment. Putting in the photo albums. And when time comes. We'll open it together. Seating in the sofa close to each other.
Holding tightly. Caressing my face and afterwards placing the other white strands of my hair behind my ear.
And as we see those pictures... You'll whisper,
"I love you. We made it. We grow old together."
But that strikes me.
It is only my own thoughts.
Dreaming while you're not sleeping. Hoping what's not going to happen, and will no longer happen.
Because... You.
You're just part now of the past.
Past that I treasure the most.
Past that I thought, will be my future.
It really hurts.
It's been a month.
But it really hurts.
Still in pain.
Graduated from crying every night.
And now...
Maybe. Still taking the masteral degree.
Masteral of pretending.
Pretending that I'm really okay.
Pretending that I'm over with the state of accepting that you and I will be no longer in the word of 'us'.
Masteral degree of pretending that I get over you but still...
Deep inside.
In my deepest inside.
I'm still broken.
Just looking at my shattered pieces. Crying. Still asking...
"Why... Why not me? Why... Why you?"
I'm scared to death.
But now that I loose you.
Maybe half of me.
Just a half of me.
Died.
Died emotionally, because of so much pain.
It's been a month.
And it's been a month.
It's already a month.
Since...
There's no you.
There's no us.
It's been a month...
Since you left me...
But...
It's also been a month...
That you're still the one I love....
...and still the one hurting me so much until now.
