I saw you again, being happy with your new girlfriend.
I'm the stupid here thinking you will not be happy without me.

Tho it's been six years, it will still take infinity time for me to believe that you will be happy without me no matter what.

And I will never forget how you just moved on from me the very next day of our breakup.

But why am I still in love with you?!
Why do I think I broke your heart when it was truly you?!

Did you ever love me?
Atleast once?

I hope you did when everyone near me including me know you didn't.

Then why in the world do I feel guilty?!