I know it never meant as much to you as it does to me.
Maybe I’m selfish for expecting that, but I love you.
You’re fickle, but I love you.
You’re self-centered, but I love you.
You’re childish and pride, and I love you.
I love you but I don’t need you.
I thought that I can be everything for you and that You are for me.
I thought that you’ll become that missing piece in me, but it’s just not the way.
I hope you’re sincere with people in your life, for those who once love you, hated you and died for you in your heart.
I hope you miss me sometime because I know I’ll be missing you.