it's one-sided, so I'll hide it.

Moving On

Who knew it would be so painful to ignore you.

Before nearly falling for you,  we were friends.
Who were comfortable with each other's presence and just sitting in awkward occasional silence.

I guess that's what made it difficult.
We were friends.
Before I wanted something more.
We were friends.

I valued what we had before admiring you.
Laughter, jokes, banters, silence.
All of it I cherished.
Kept safely in my heart with a lock on it. A key only I remember when I'm with you.

Now I'm trying to live without you in my routine.

Detaching myself from any sort of remembrance of you is misery.
I hate to do it,  but it is needed.
For me.

-Hopeless Romantic Weary Writer of Hearts to the clueless boy