There are days that I miss her. Because even if I put a strong image acting like what happened didn't torture me deep down it did. I never addressed that I miss her. I am mad. I still am. But I can't deny the fact that beside my bestfriend she's the other person who can understand me. Who read me.
I miss her.
I miss her so fucking much.
She never reach out to me. She never ask why did we just stopped talking. That's when I knew that it doesn't bother her as much as it did to me. I miss her presence, but I cannot stomach when she's around.
