another question, wonder, and jealousy.

it's not about the wound, it's about the scar. the scar give me pain that remain.

sometimes i just can't handle it, i can't stand it.

i swear God, it hurt so much.

i hope i wouldn't feel it anymore.

then now, the scar is blended with the nostalgic.

i want you to know, that it's start to killing me.

day by day it's killing me softly, gently, but sure.

i don't know do you feel the same.

i have no idea are you suffer as much as i feel or not.

i'm even don't know are you thinking of me or at least remember me for a while when you be with her.

i'm thinking of it in a lot of my time, and get hurt in every time i did it.

i don't know have you ever care. i don't know.

maybe it's better if i don't know all of it because the answer may hurt me much deeper.

i realize it, but i can't stop asking, i can't stop wondering.

i just hope can feel better but i don't know how.