"Is This My Confession?"

"'Love'..? Tch, that's what they used to call me."

"I loved you, I loved you, I loved you. It's true.
And sometimes I feel like I still fucking do. "
-Rät by Penelope Scott

"Love"
They used to call me that.
I felt the butterflies.
I felt the heart race.
A lot of emotions that I could never describe that symbolises happiness in any form of techique.
It's the same thing when they calls me by other names.

But they don't call me that anymore.
Why not?
Friendship kinda died.
People eventually lose interest in someone when they stay around too long.
Or maybe the person they're with had gotten boring in their opinion. But never had the chance to admit.
It's like drinking a coffee, but it gets stale when you leave it for too long.

"I'm going back to 505." -505 by Arctic Monkeys.

I just want to go back when everything is fine.
When none of this happened.
But eventually, I feel like I should give up now.

"Cause it's an ending for a chapter, no?
After all, I had to them set free. Free from me."