Who is she? Wondering isn't it?
Used to be my classmate.
Used to be a very-bestfriend-sweetest person I've ever met.
Used to be everythingg for me.
She's cute, got a heart-warming smile, a Belieber , yep. She's got bieberfever.
A trustworthy person.
A fashionista.
A great friend, but often keep the blame to herself.
A nice person.
A good listener.
A good advicer ever. Yep, trust me :)
A self-respect person.
A strong-willed person.
A person who get twisted inside without anyone knew.
A person who laugh at every little thing.
A crazy imagination creator.
A creative hand-written.
A talkative, still if you listened well, she meant every single words.
A person who enjoyed in her own circle, which is friends.
A person who always captured the right moment to perk up everythingg :)
Trust me, I know her.
But, does she knows about this?
The day she trust another person instead of trying to face me and obtain the truth herself.
The day she didn't tell me everything, well, that includes her feelings.
The day she hid one thing after another.
The day she decided to be with them.
The day she decided to not telling me.
The day she won't confide in me anymore.
Grief all alone.
Should I broke the tie ?
All im asking for is, why.
But I never got the answer from her.
Because I kept quiet. What was I thinking that time? Oh, protecting the relationship.
But I was wrong. I hate it and blame it on myself.
I hate it.
I hate the feelings of hating her.
I hate the thought of hating her.
I hate the door was opened is hatred towards her.
I hate it, I hate it so much.
Instead of I hate every little thing playing around me, within time, I have changed.
Changed to a different person.
Changed to a smile-in-lie-self.
Changed to a lose-will-of-trusting-another person.
Changed to a person whom don't trust every single things happen between me and her.
I get so twisted until my eyes died from seeking the truth anymore.
Depression take over until no more space to carve any of her memories.
The day I shed tears of broken-hearten.
The day I shed tears of sorrow.
The day I shed tears of feeling getting worn out from the truth you hid from me.
I remember it. Carved on mind.
How we used to laugh together, grinning to each others, listened to each others.
What happened, I forgotten all along.
What am I saying is, talk to me like you used to. Am sorry for the jokes.
I know, abit harsh isn't it?
Truly am sorry.
I don't know which door I have to open right now.
Is it door to the HATRED again? Or door to the you-know-what-it-is.
RFAM: I trust and have faith in someone only once.
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