Why do I act calm at worst moment? like I'm absentmindedly crazy.

Why do I space out everytime I see something familiar? like my mind went back to the memories of the past— with her.

Why do I feel empty and awkward? I think my heart hurts too much.

You're walking with some other man, the place where we met, the place where cherry blossoms bloomed beautifully every spring.

Now, you're holding hands with him— all smiles. I who was hit here. My heart full of scars.

I should've pretend that nothing happened. But I could not let her go in my heart.

Hoping the pain will go away as time goes by.

I should've be happy for her happiness. Maybe, he'll pick the broken pieces of her heart.

It's easy to say to move on but it's the other way around in actions.

One step at a time, no time limits.

Seeing her everyday made my heart accepts that we're not like before.