I am fine, said I.
I repeatedly chant those words, I am fine.
I am fine.
I am fine.
I
Am
Fine
But—
There's a but.
I hear the music playing Writing Songs about you by Taylor Swift. Coincidence? I laugh sarcastically.
I am fine but why do I keep visiting your timeline every single damn time?
I prayed for your happiness but why do I feel like I made a mistake? Was it wrong to see you happy? But why do I keep hurting?
Ah. It's because I wasn't the one who made you laugh. I wasn't the one who made you smile.
But even if you were in my arms, I could not make you happy.
I feel like I was meant to break and ruin things I cherish the most. And disappoint the people around me.
Like this.
Like what happened.
I put an end to the both of us even if it's only starting.
I left you.
Wanna know why?
It's because you deserve what's best.
You don't deserve my uncertain feelings.
You don't deserve a girl who can't even risk at you.
You deserve more than thus, more than what I can do.
It's my fault, anyway. I am to be blame.
But, I am okay, right?
These tears will wear out.
These hands will be tired writing proses for you.
This mind will unconsciously stop thinking about you.
This heart will stop beating for you.
That will happen, soon.
But for now, just believe that I am fine, okay?
