After all that…

I hope you got over it and fell out of love.

Hope you forgot about us and you are happy, maybe even happier.

Am I? No, am not.

Why? I don’t know.

It’s just that it’s confusing to wake up everyday not sure whether you were supposed to be.

Drives me insane thinking of whether I will be alright.

Depresses to be afraid to love, incase it hurt again.

What am saying is that, Of all I have met, you have been the most difficult to get over.

And I wont let anyone dare stand where you stood, because am a wreck now.