Still

My pillow got wet just now,

My eyes can't stop the tears,

My heart can't stop loving.

You.

I still.

I will.

But you even never look at me anymore.

I'm not on your sight, I'm left behind.

You have moved on with.

Your life.

I hate that fact.

I hate that I'm the one who's still being miserable for us.

I mean for you and me.

I'm just wondering.

Is there so many differences?

The you who smiled in pictures I have.

How happy you were.

Was your happiness true? Was it because of me?

I look forward.

And damn I hate to say this.

People change.

Nowadays is the you who lost your part of me.

I regret it so much, and now you can laugh.

I left.

I thought you were happy for that.

Your acts before told me so.

Just like what I said.

You moved on secretly.

And yes, you were, you are happy.

Then how about me?

Still.