15/11/2018
I scrolled through your Instagram page, they're all still the same since you left me except the one on your "tagged pictures" section.
I stopped my finger, I clicked a picture of a girl standing at the top of a mountain, seems like she was enjoying the view there. I looked at the caption and it says the picture was taken by you.
I didn't know a simple thing like that could hurt my heart in a split second, I wish I knew why. Maybe it's just because my heart was still not over the fact we've broken up. I looked at all the pictures, there are too many of them. You and her both hiking to the mountain, going to the zoo, at an amusement park. She looked happy, and so did you.
My heart shattered. I was supposed to be happy for you, wasn’t I? Call me selfish, but I am not happy for you. Call me selfish because I can't see you happy with another person.
Call me selfish because I don't want someone else to be the reason behind your happiness.
You were my reason to be happy and you still are until today.
And that's why it hurts seeing you're happy with someone else.
Because when you've had your new reason to be happy, I am still here; alone, thinking that you are still my reason to be happy too.
— Allie, your best girl.
