The truth is, I'm missing you so much. I miss you.

I want to lean on your shoulder and cry. I want to cry.

I'm smiling to try to hold it in.

I'm still shaking.

Please, don't be good to me.

Don't be good to me anymore.

You broke up with me. You told me you don't love me anymore. You told me you just tried to keep up with me because you were worried about me living all by myself.

Shall I be thankful that you even cared? Or should I be sorry that you were troubled because of me?

You told me you'll always be with me even after this break. You told me you would always look after me.

I thought I could keep up with you and your conditions. I thought it was good to be around you even after stepping down from being the princess in your life. I thought it was better that way.

I guess not.

Every single time you call me, I still think that we're together.

Every single time you message me up, I still pretend everything is just the way it was.

It's hard. Seeing you and missing you at the same time.

I want to cry but I can't.

I have no one to turn to but you.