I thought I won’t get over you.
I thought fate was cruel that I have to keep on seeing you again and again– always at the same time of the year.
Then he came.
One day, I realized someone else was occupying my mind and I wasn’t interested with how you were doing anymore.
But another problem came. He wasn’t the type of guy I wanted to like.
He was dangerous, so to speak, the type of guy who plays in the field.
And so this became another situation where I wanted out.
Yesterday, when I saw him again, I realized I don’t care about him anymore. And then I realized I don’t care about the two of you anymore.
It was freedom! I knew it was.
So tell me, why do I feel so lost?
But what if… I just like the idea of having someone?