We're over.
And I know this time...
I'm over with you.
I know I get over with you now.
I already moved on.
Everytime I remember about you, my heart and my mind never argue.
Everytime I see your name flashing on my facebook feed, there's no more hard feelings, maybe? Not sure about this, but that's what I feel.
Everytime I hear your name, there's no more "Stop thinking about him, he don't love you anymore" thinking scenario.
There's no 'everytime I think about you' anymore.
I know that I already move forward and this time, without you.
I know that I already moved on.
But...
I'm afraid.
Scared that when time comes that we meet again, that's the point I'll realized that it's still you.
That's why I make sure...
That I just don't think that I already accept the fact but I also accept it with all my heart.
Because... If that time really comes...
Maybe...
Just maybe.
That time after, I'll cry again and once again, because of you.
