It's cruel to see you having fun with anyone else.
to know if anyone else could make you happy more than i could.
to see you laugh because of them, not me.
It stings to see you give your best glance at her, not me, anymore.
to know that she is your world now.
to say your name in the middle of conversation.
It hurts to hear your goodbyes
to remember how pathetic i was begging you to stay.
to realize that you never loved me, even a little bit.
But you called it love.
We called it love.
Queen Oktaviani
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