It hurt, but i don't know why.
It hurt just seeing your face, your smile, dare I say; your everything.
It hurt
not because you were my first love
not because i remember the way you looked at me
probably the way that you looked at every girl you flirted with
not because I saw you flirting with someone infront of me
not because of the memories that you gave me of which seems to be irreplaceable
maybe because of those
I don't know anymore
I feel my chest hurt whenever I see you
You just
hurt me
in every manner possible.
