I smiled at you, always. A fake smile, I know it. But you faced it differently. You thought that is my true smile. But, yeah it isn’t. It’s fake because I dont want you to know what I truly feel.
I laughed cheerfully. Still a fake one. To manipulate you and many others people around us, that nothing happened between us. Me and you, still same.
Friend are we? “Yes, we are.” you said. I answered it only in my heart. “No, because I don’t want you to be my friend.” Once again, I resist to answer and responded what he said only with a smile.
I am Me and You are You. That’s what we are supposed to be. Eventhough I could only whispered that l-o-v-e words to myself. I feel it’s all enough for me. I won’t ask more. Let’s live our life. I know it’s already too late. So once again my dearest, live your life and I’ll live mine.
Ps: this is all the things that comes on my mind recently. i don’t feel about it either. it’s a fiction, really.
