Three months ago, you walked away. You said that after all this while, you finally know that you don't feel the same. I cried. I didn't know how but after all this while of make pretend, I gave you my heart. Perhaps I thought that you were different. Perhaps just this time, I would be able to find my happy ending. But when so many perhaps are necessary, perhaps one ought to know that one's trying to lie to oneself. Then you left. I knew, part of me died on that day.
A month ago, I realised that on that day, all of me died. I walked on, like a living corpse. And I decided, it's time. To me, that was the only option I had. And I asked God, "Dear Father, I pray that you hear me. I pray that you'll tell him how much I miss him, how much I still love him and how much I need him. Father, I can do this anymore. All this, I commit to you, in the loving name of Your Son, Jesus." And God heard my prayers, and despite the distance, you contacted me.
Today, it felt like you're here. We chatted on msn, and before I knew it, we were completing each other's sentences again. And all these bottled up emotions are breaking loose. I wish I could just tell you I love you. I wish you would say the same. But I know, we're just friends.
We're just friends.
