Now that..

Now that you have official moved on, what am I suppose to do with the extra baggage? Carry them till I finally learn to love myself? Perhaps.


"did I do something wrong or we have nothing to talk about?"

"Nope, nothing wrong. Its just I don't know what to talk to you anymore."

"Good to know, all the best."

I witness everything, the flirting and the conversation. You know that I know. I have nothing against it, yes it hurts, but even if I don't know, it will still hurts.

I feel like a joke, the laughing matter. I'd laugh to myself if I were you. I would.

Dear god, maybe this is what I get for being the bigger person, all I can do is forgive myself and hope for better days.

because looking back, nothing's there. He was the only one that holds me back, but now that he's moved on, I guess I need to do so. Fly me to UK. Take me to new place, so i'll forget the sweet memories, and allow myself to focus on other things. Going back home, just remind me everything about him. I try so hard, very very hard not to cry not to be sad not to dwell because I hate myself right now. I don't wanna lost track in life, I just wanna be better.


I'm erasing you.

Ija.