ayan, here you are crying in front of me.. begging me to take you back.
Don't you think it's a little bit late now for a conversation?
I'm done crying for you...
I'm done hoping you'll come and tell me you love me...
I'm done waiting...
I'm sorry for how I gave up on you.
It looks like you never expected it.
And for the most part of it, we're done dude.
It's over, so just get the hell out of my life.
You had me in the palms of your hand, yet you let it all split away.
As Justin Timberlake puts it,
"Is this the way it's really going down baby?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around."
still, i love you... still i hope that you'll be able to forgive yourself.
Still, i wish you the best things that life could offer.
Our love... it had a tragic death... but it was a sweet 1 year and 9 months... and that's all there is for now.
Goodbye banaku.
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