Isn't it difficult without closure? You distance yourself from others, refraining from engaging in conversations, while the thought lingers, "Maybe she'll come back." So you remain loyal, which seems absurd because while you cry for her, she's busy laughing with someone else. As you desperately try to forget her, she has already erased your existence. You're nothing more than a mistake she hopes she didn't commit, yet she doesn't even count mistakes, and you're considered worse than that.

As she embarks on her new story, you find yourself retracing the pages of the story you once wrote together. You go back, rereading the old conversations, the long and sweet messages, and even the heated verbal arguments. Perhaps you will discover what went wrong, where, when, how, and who's to blame. You review everything, searching for answers and hoping that one day you will get it right. But deep down, you realize that you should let go and stop trying to control everything because the truth is, you were...