He has a girlfriend who looks fair than me, earns more than me, in everything she is better than me and I am happy that he has better than me. I know it hurts me the most, yeah! it hurts me the most, I know how many sleepless nights I had in his name. I cry, but only my pillow know the pain of mine. I don't know when I fallen for him but I know how much difficult to lead a life without him.
Now he is Soo much happy with her but he don't know how much it hurts seeing him with another. Sometimes I ask the almighty to give him back but my soul know that he never loved me back.
Now all that are left we're the scars of him on my nipple, the taste of his lips on my lips, the warmth of his arm, the touch on my navel, the aroma of his sweat, the curls of his hair.