37 Bagian Sedang dalam proses DewasaWe were everything to each other once secret-keepers, dreamers, two halves of the same heart. But then you left. Or maybe I did.
Now, you look at me like I'm a stranger. Like the memories we built don't haunt you the way they haunt me. We're nothing more than rivals, two people who push and pull, who fight like we never bled for each other.
But hate is just another form of love. And no matter how much we try to forget, the past has a way of catching up with us.
Because deep down, we both know some people are impossible to forget.