If you can't hang

and my heart screams this the other day...
"you're pretty, but his heart just wants what it wants. it's not you. it's just simply not you."

simply to put... no matter how pretty i become,
he just won't want me back.
and that's all that matters to it.

no matter how many people say it,
i could never brought my thought to keep its silence
from thinking
"cantik pun apa guna, dia still taknak kat aku."
and everytime, i would feel veeeery miserable afterwards.

i used to love the way he makes me feel.
i did, and i still do.

he used to want me when i wanted him.
So can i say i am so grateful just because of that alone?
That tad piece of memories?
No. it was what makes me now.
I grew up with his love. Literally.

Hey, thanks for that.