Alone, contented of myself's company. Looking at it, and it's obvious that I'm thinking of something.
Not something,
Someone.
Sadness fills the air, well, my aura is grey itself that night.
The strange thing is, thinking about that someone is not painful anymore
The sadness surpassed.
Bitterness minimally decreased to a level of content.
I've accepted the fact already that I only loved you in my head.
I think about you when I'm alone yet I'm smiling.
Because of Happiness, perhaps?
Yes, because I have to let you go.
You have somebody else,
Why would I bother fighting for that spot?
It's funny too because in reality, I often mask this thoughts with a brave and cheery face
A brave facade that hides a crippling burst of pain and unexpressed emotions.
Emotions? Sometimes I condemn having them because I never let them make my own decisions.
I guess that will be it, right?
Nothing will happen between us.
Nothing will ever will.
So, I guess this is Goodbye?
Goodbye, Opposite friend.
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