Been suffering a very bad heartbreak this month. Don't know why all of my memories about someone keep coming and haunting me like hell. Sadly, i just can't stop. it was on its top when we were on our vacation to Bali. We were on the same bus and, you know, feels like hell to watch him pretending that there's really nothing happen between us in the past. Well nothing seems wrong but, deep inside i want the old him back. Which is: kinda impossible.

I talked to him, just some simple conversation about how he has been doing lately. He's completely fine with all of his daily business, his preparation for a competition in province, and yeah, new friends. New habits. New girl (maybe). It made me just feel sooo different with his way of life which runs that awesome. Just compare to my way of life which goes like a disaster. I could see some other boys but i can never move the fuck on.

And yeah, on that five-days-vacation, we visited beaches, shops, saw many good-looking visitors, but terrifically i enjoy nothing but the bitterness of our ruined-relationship right then. I took a picture of us at Dreamland Highway. Feels like heaven to see how sweet his smile on that picture. I captured a very sweet smile. But it means nothing.

It was always him. Regretting the past never change anything. He left, that's just all i got.

Been suffering a very bad heartbreak this month. Don't know why all of my memories about someone keep coming and haunting me like hell. Sadly, i just can't stop. it was on its top when we were on our vacation to Bali. We were on the same bus and, you know, feels like hell to watch him pretending that there's really nothing happen between us in the past. Well nothing seems wrong but, deep inside i want the old him back. Which is: kinda impossible.

I talked to him, just some simple conversation about how he has been doing lately. He's completely fine with all of his daily business, his preparation for a competition in province, and yeah, new friends. New habits. New girl (maybe). It made me just feel sooo different with his way of life which runs that awesome. Just compare to my way of life which goes like a disaster. I could see some other boys but i can never move the fuck on.

And yeah, on that five-days-vacation, we visited beaches, shops, saw many good-looking visitors, but terrifically i enjoy nothing but the bitterness of our ruined-relationship right then. I took a picture of us at Dreamland Highway. Feels like heaven to see how sweet his smile on that picture. I captured a very sweet smile. But it means nothing.

It was always him. Regretting the past never change anything. He left, that's just all i got.