The One She Miss the Most


The one she missed the most is herself.
She doesn't like to see herself in the mirror.
Because when she did it,
She saw a stranger.
She saw a woman with a sad eyes looking at her.
No.
It cannot be her.
That woman is different.
That woman is a stranger.
She miss her.
The old version of her.
The one who will smile
when someone compliment her dress.
Now, if anyone compliment her dress,
She's wondering,
What did they want in return.
They must be something.
No.
She can't smile back.
Just don't.
She miss herself.
She miss those smile.
People don't need to understand why.
They don't deserve her explanation.
She only need to explain it to herself.

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