From the day that we broke up, my tears are usually asking me to play with them, even until my eyes are swollen, they’re keep asking me to join them. I’m tired of that.
Now, those tears are scared to ask me to playing around with them anymore.
The things I’ve been looking for all this time are my mind and my own heart. It can heal itself over time.
It turns out all this time I’ve been fighting with my own mind to maintain all my ego about you, while my mind wants to achieve its ego to my happiness.
It chose to lose it. I chose myself.
Time will heal wounds by themselves, and also time will heal me without needing a new person to make me feel better.
I’ve (finally) moved on, by times, not by a person.
I did it by myself, without anyone else, because I didn’t want to hurt them like I did to you before, despite the fact the I went through it with various kind of loneliness..
Everyone was so proud of me, aren’t you proud of me too, lang?
