I used to be his world, but now we aren't even living in the same world.
He was the love, my first love who'll be my eternal regret.
I was his ideal girl back then, deemed as beautiful as a lone flower, as kind as the calm ocean, as innocent as an honest toddler, and as fun to be with as a loyal friend.
But I was no ideal girl.
I was a pandora's box masquerading as a beautiful, kind, innocent, honest and fun teenage girl.
A pandora's box filled with childhood trauma that I don't even know how I managed to cope up with.
Not even one person knew about it by then.
I kept it from him until we deviate from each other and it was my greatest regret.
Ergo, we no longer live in the same world.