Thanks a lot, you.

Is this me? I guess so.

I'm living on expectation and forgetting the reality.

Like most lovers do.

They're in their own world and floating on their fluffy clouds.

The reality hurts and they are trying really hard to stay out of it.

From falling to the ground.

You asked me something.

You asked me if I was okay or not.

And I were.

Before you asked me

I'm not pathetic. 

I'm just not losing you yet.

You're still there, deep down.

But I'm ignoring it.

Like most heartbroken does.

And it hurts too much.

Too much can a girl handle.

Anyway, thanks for asking me.

I'm just fine.