I thought love is just for stupid people who are weak and can get easily attached to someone.
I never really believed in it.
It was just a four-letter word that exist in our dictionaries.
I never really thought that one day, the meaning of love for me will change.
Now I believe that love can either be a blessing or a curse.
In mylife, it's more of a curse.

It was I who was there when you needed someone.
It was I who always hug you when you needed one.
It was I who knows your flaws but still accepted you completely.
It was I who cares for you and loves you fully.
But why her?

Then I realized, I'm just a ghost that no one will ever notice.