"i'm not the girl who cries over boys".
but then you came
and,
just like any other girl, i said to myself
"he's different"
and,
he did all the good things to me
like we're bestfriend or more than that.
collecting the beautiful memories together in a jar of my heart.
and,
inside a jar of my heart he put love in it.
i thought it waa okay.
so, i told my self once again
'im not the girl who cries over boys'
but then,
i lied.
