I've been told to be happy. To be the one that I used to be. A less frantic girl, full of energy and laugh her heart loud out. Let me tell you something. I will never be her again.
Sometimes, i missed her. She was the one that you loved. And longing for. Her smile swiped away all your worries. And your ex. She was everything you ever wanted in your life. Having you was a gift that she never imagined.
Then both of you past those insanely wonderful years. Crazy in love. Addicted to each other. Craving for the passion and lust. Things happen. You both separated. The heartache. All those tears. The missing soul. Teared you and her into pieces.
She saw you smiling again. In love. With someone else. But still, the term 'friends' being used as an excuse for you to text her. You ruined her motivation to forget you. And you can't bear the consequences and decided to walk away. Again.
Dear girls in her condition,
This is not the end of your world. Everyone will tell you that you have a pretty face, intelligent and even smokey-hot body that you can replace him in a blink of eyes. You know they are trying to comfort you. And sometimes, you know they are lying.
No, I won't tell you the same. Because I know all of this won't heal her. Her depression and heartbroken will still there. She used to cry every night and woke up with a puffy eyes and tired. But as you all see, she still alive.
Take all the time you need. No one understand you more than yourself.
And she and me allowed you to cry on your bed until one day, the tears will be wipe away by someone who cares about you.