It will be her last time
To text you
To think about you
To miss you.
she always said it to her self.
She always convince her self to do so.
So many times
Recently and frequently.
She absolutely knows that she is being ignored my the one who used to be so close with her.
The one who used to be her partner.
The one who is now becoming a perfect stranger with her.
Oh, maybe stranger is better than this someone.
The one who ever told her that she is one of the bestest
But now, without saying anything, the silence make she knows that she is not that best.
But why she doesn’t understand?
Why she’s still trying even though she knows she’ll get nothing?
Why she still thinks that someone is still care?
It’s like she doesn’t know who is she
She is becoming someone new
Someone she’s never known before.
But she is me, my self.