truth be told.
you were better when I knew you.
before everything else happened.
before you left.
its not right.
maybe its wrong for me because i can't let it go.
now?
i don't know you.
no one does.
and i bet no one is trying either.
cause you've become such a jackass.
you've changed so much that all they see is the facade you've put up.
you've told me so many times that you're a great actor.
great actor= great liar.
so what am i to believe that you tell me now?
you said that you can't be close to me because you're scared that it will affect everything.
fine.
i'll accept that.
so i'll continue.
to do what you want me to do.
but i'm not going to be blind about what is going on.
but i'm not going to judge.
but i'm not going to be silent.
i'm not holding on to the hurt.
i'm not holding on to nothing.
i'm holding on only because i can't let go.

forgive me for still hoping.
but then i realised.
that what i'm hoping for.
was what happened two years ago.
where you haven't changed.
where you're still the person i loved so dearly.
but hey.
i still love you now.