I promised myself to not to peek at yours (and her's) photo. I promised myself to not get hurt again. I promised myself to stop looking over her facebook and instagram.
But I broke my promises.
And here I am; again.. feeling small and helpless.
She's good. She's pretty, she's brilliant.
Who am I compares to her?
I'm no one.
I feel like a dwarf. Small and tiny.
God..
I want to be good as her.
I want to be better. I wish I could be better.
I wish someday you would tell me that I am the greatest thing happened to you and I am way better than anyone else.
I promise you would proud of me the way you proud of her.
So for now Dewi,
Get yourself together.
