It was only an year ago that I was happy.
Only an year ago that I felt appreciated.
Only an year ago before you decided you're bored of me.
It's true, maybe I started on the wrong foot, but it's not my fault I changed.
Only If you would know that.
"You changed, you deserve it"
"I won't stop, I do whatever the fuck I want"
"We want the old you back"
Well, the old me was happy. Because of you. Now, the new me is different. If you need that old version of "myself" so bad that you want to destroy this one, then do it.
I remember...I was happy, or the idea of happy. I felt good.
I just had to let that little mistake slip out of my grasp.
YOU ARE READING
~Happiness~
Non-FictionI crave for the most amazing moments we ever had, and the ones we never will.
