There was never anything I could say to convince myself that I'd be okay. I'd be fine if I could make it though the hari without thinking about you. How could I still be chasing you, after all the pain we'd caused eachother left us with scars reminding us how it could never work? How we could never go back to that past? But… I think that's what hurts me. Knowing that anda won't ever Cinta me the way that I Cinta you. So then why? Why do I still cling to what we will never have again? Why don't anda even turn to look my way, and yet anda can give here all the attention she wants? I just can't seem...