Still in L.Joe's POV:

The street that we used to walk together break me down. I can't hold my grip on you anymore. I'm gonna let it go as our story has come to end. Thanks for cherish me all this time. Thanks for giving me overflowed love. Thanks for entering my heart. Even if once again, we are meant to sit in a table together, I will always look at you. No matter how much beautiful the girl beside me.

I clasp my hand as the tears start to flow. Me being a cry baby again. So pathetic and that is me for this whole week. He might forget you already, my thought swirls. I hate this when my inner side is good in judging the condition.

Can anyone bring an eraser for me to rub the word 'love' out? I'm sick with this thing and yeah! I barely get enough of sleep due to him. Just forget him already and go to sleep, my inner side suggests.

"It is not easy as an ABC." I mutter slowly. Not easy as an ABC..

Because my heart is a broken heart

I can't let you go like this, what now?

Even if I look shaky and dangerous

I can only hold you in, what now?

I love you (I'm sure you do too) I won't do it (you will do it)

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