I learn from mistakes,
but it's too late.
So I have to move on.
The truth is I still care and always will.
Even I walk away, I can never pretend that I don't care.
I may not be the same girl who will listen to all your jokes anymore
and we might not even talk to each other,
but the memories make me still care.
I hardly forget someone,
well, that's the kind of person I am.
Because moving on doesn't mean deleting good memories,
it means to not repeat the bad memories in different chapter.
My next chapter is still a blank page.
Because I am afraid of repeating the bad ones.