I am whole before you came. I am complete, satisfied and contented as to how my life is going on, but then you came. You came. You. You. You.
And now, all the pages of my life, those even before you were ruined. The worst thing is, I can’t do anything about it. You broke it, you fix it, but how can you fix it when you’re now far far away? You left me without signals, you just, disappeared.
Thank you for ruining my pages.