It’s different.

When things mix up.

People, changes.

People, goes away.

People, disconnect.

People, change of heart.

I don’t know.

It’s different.

I don’t know.

It’s different.

The feeling is different.

The touch is different.

The thinking is different.

I don’t know.

It confuses me.

But I still grasp on it.

Because I don’t know where I can go.

Because I don’t know what can I do.

Because I don’t know what can I say.

Because I don’t know how to do it.

It’s never gonna be the same again, huh?

I’m so scared.

I’m losing him.