To you, again.

It should not matter to me how many times I have to mend my heart to be whole again, my dear,

as long as yours isn’t broken.


“What do you think is the worst feeling in the world?”

It’s been a while, don’t you think?

Yes, love songs still remind me of you.

At first, I couldn’t breathe whenever I realize that the songs that remind me of you will only remind you of someone else.

But you know what?

I think I’m starting to accept it as the way it is.

I hope I’m gonna be fine, like what you told me I should be.