I just can't stand seeing you crying every night. Or staring at the sky, and I can't read you. I guess I can't be as good as her.

And I hate it when you recall your memory with her. When you mention all the food she had ever cooked for you. The thing I can't ever do.

I guess you aren't happy here with me. I guess with me is not what you wanna be. I guess you don't belong with me. I guess am broken heart.

i think, you should tell her what you feel inside

I was trying to tell her what's on my mind but she hugged me and I tried to break the embrace but she said 'what? wanna hit me? go on!'

kaya sinetron ya mel