You told me you've moved on. But you admit that you still think of her sometimes. It might be over, but the memories won't go. You told me I reminded you of her, but you know that's not true. No one compare to her. I will never be able to make you feel as happy as how she did or make you feel whole again. We were strangers with broken hearts who became very close in a short period of time. Now I am afraid of the idea that you might think I am as her. I don't wanna be anyone else but me. I don't wanna be compared with anyone. Sometimes I feel like you're talking with her when you're talking with me.
And the worst part is, you made me feel whole again. No escape. I am stuck here between you and her.
