Empty Spaces

Sick.

Of Pretending and Acting.

I still love you.

I do missing you.

But nothing can change your feeling about that girl.

"Why did you follow me on Twitter?

Why do I have to read that you love that girl so much?

Why do I still love you?"

Why..? 

I know Allah has kept me the guy of my dreams.

Somewhere.

But I can't help it. I still missing you.

Still loving you.

But my love for you is fading.

Like snow, it melts through the cracks.

Like you, you slip through my mind. Slowly.

I hope you will love her like I love you.

You will miss her, like I miss you.

Adore her, Like I adore you.

Stop not being yourself.

Be yourself.

You.