Up until now she hasn't moved on.
She still thinks of you.
She still talks about you.
She still wants you.

10 long months has passed.
Since you left.
Since she started to hate you.
Since she decided to be bitter.

Every time someone talks about you.
She wants to be included.
She misses you.
She still loves you.

Though she convinced herself
that she's better off without you.
She can't help but check on you.
Not just you but the people around you too.

She wants you to see her worth.
She wants you to come running back to her.
She wants you be out from her fantasy.
She wants you to make her dreams real.

We are friends.
Who always talked to each other.
Who knows each others preferences.
Who shares everything.

We are friends.
Who thought that we're better together.
Who thought that we could be together.
Who said we liked each other.

We are friends.
Who grew apart.
Who now knows nothing about the other.
Who never talks to each other.

We are friends.
Who once were lovers.
Who once thought that there's forever.
Who once cared for each other.

We are friends.
Who will forever be awkward.
Who would rather leave than be together.
Who would choose another.
Who, if given a second chance, would start from the bottom.

She can't move on.
She says she's fine.
But deep inside, everything in her,
Reminded her of him.

She doesn't know if he moved on.
He acts like nothing happened.
He was okay. He was more than okay.
Deep inside she's struggling hard
To know how, why?

When can the two ends meet?
Will there be a moment wherein she can say that:
Nothing changed.
We're still friends. Close friends?

She wished that she could read his mind.
She wished she knew what was happening.
She wished she knew how to love like a man.
So that in the end,
She won't cry

You made me feel special.
For a short time, you gave me the idea
that you might be the one.
But instead you left me hanging.
With a reason which you never said.

If until now you still don't know.
I'd take this opportunity to express such thought.
I'd like to tell you I love you.
For no apparent reason.

Now you've left.
You brought with you half of my heart.
It left me thinking and wondering.
Is love really not for us?

Slowly I try to be the normal me.
"I'm okay. I'm fine."
Its my only answer every time.
I don't know when. I don't know how.
Up until when would I wear this stupid mask of mine?