When I laugh happily,
it doesn't mean that I'm happy.
It just that i'm in the state of denial,
don't wanna accept the fact that I'm sad.
When I choose not to say,
It doesn't mean I do not know,
It just that I'm in the state of denial,
don't want to accept the fact that I know.
It's okay, It just feel bad when I'm the last one to know these news about you,
from the mouth of other people.
But i'll be fine after that.
If i stop thinking about how close we were in the past.
It was the memories that makes me feel bad.
Not what's happening now.
What's happening now wont be meaningful,
if the past does not exist.
It's all because of the past the present become meaningful.
That awkward moment when we could talk, smile and laugh together again,
In that small small cubicle, for that 2 hours,
when everything in the past seems to reappear,
and then everything is back to present again.
Maybe you do not care about it anymore,
but you are the most familiar stranger to me.
I don't know what to say, but just congratulations to you.
Maybe I'm not the special friend to you anymore.
But I know when someone ask me,
I will tell he/she that you were once my best friend,
although we are not anymore.
It was you who gave me the light,
and It was you who brought down my pride too.
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