You'll leave, just like the rest.
And you'll get your heart broken, just like them.
I won't feel a thing, not even when you've left for good.
I've lived without you before, I can do it again.
You presence was insignificant.
I used to give my all to people, I used to love with all my heart.
Loyal. I was so loyal.
Even if they were not there for me, I swore I would be there for them.
But they left. Over and over again. And I finally learnt my lesson.
Now my love's not for everyone. Now I'm reserved. Now I care less.
When you're not loving with all your heart, you don't feel the absence as much.
You can actually live again, regardless of their presence.
There is so much power in not caring. And I love that.
But to each matter, there's a catch.
Caring less means less things play significant roles in your life.
Less things give you feelings, less things get noticed.
And because less things actually make impacts, you kinda mix them all up together.
Now everything seems less important, everything looks insignificant in life.
That was how I overlooked your presence.
