No more

Do you know, that I love you?

Maybe yes or no. But it hurts when you just cut off from me, not leaving any pieces.

And no, you are not my first love, I'm sure.

I'm sure.

You are just someone who interrupt everything.

You make me to throw away everything I like, just to forget you.

I don't like piano, photography, fashion, hip hop or maybe light stick.

Cuz I thought somehow they are related to you, somehow.

And you are not here now, no more.