While listening to Goose house's cover of ONE OK ROCK's C.h.a.o.s.m.y.t.h., I thought of the good times we had.
You touched my heart, cupped it and stroke it.
And held it like it was part of yours.
Once in a while you would accidentally scratched it with your fingers, hurting it a little.. but a little injury couldn't hurt the tough side of me.
But then one day, you squashed it, dropped it and it shattered into pieces.
And you stepped on it.
Intentionally or not, I don't know.
Now I'm here picking up the tiny bits, trying to piece them up together.
I don't have any ill wishes for you, I just wish the best for the both of us.
Let me be the last, and I hope you are the last.
Be happy. And wish me happiness.