This is about someone who used to called me Baby.

He used to called me Baby. He called me Darling,too.
I called him Shitty.

He treat me like a princess. He love me so much, I guess.
He told me that I am ego. He thought me how to live like an adult.
He told me how to be wise. He used to make me happy.
He knows what I felt, he did made me felt like a princess.
He never hurts me.

We broke up, we lost contact for ages.
I miss him.

If you're here, I'd tell you how much I miss you.
Your couraging words, your 'I love you', your stupid jokes.

We never met even once. I hurt him.
I believe in karma. I know I'll get the 'punishment'.




*Sorry if this is too emotional. I jarang macam ni, hehh.