It's all about Her

It's Always about You...

I know my efforts were never enough for you, and maybe they never will be.

Forgive me for not knowing how to express it better, but believe me-I really loved you.

Now, I'm starting to wonder if this is even love anymore.

It feels more like an addiction. Yes, I am addicted to you.

"I know I'm not your first love,

But I always intended to be your last."

After that confession, I realized that moving on from you is not possible.

I haven't moved on, and the truth is, I never will.

I've just decided to let you choose your life freely, without my feelings becoming a burden.

I might not reach out, but if you ever did, I'd reply instantly.

I may not say good mornings, but you're always the last thought I have before I drift off to sleep.

I tell myself I'm trying to focus on my own life, trying to find peace, but the truth is-I miss you every single day.

I'd love to talk to you, but I know where I stand.

I know what I'm worth, and I know I don't deserve the pain of waiting for you.

"You're always in my heart, and it will always have a place for you."

I only wanted to see you as the same carefree, childish girl I once met.

That's how I'll always remember you.

I'm not trying anymore, but that doesn't mean I've stopped hoping.

I've stopped expressing, but I haven't stopped loving.

I'm ending this chapter, but not the story.

In the end, I know I can't have you.

But that doesn't change the fact that I always wanted you to be mine.

And yet, I will wait-I will wait till your 6th vow.

There's a strange sense of peace in all of this at the end, because at least:

At least we met.

At least we talked.

At least we became friends.

At least we shared the same class.

At least we belonged to the same city.

At least we both existed in the same universe.

Now, with all these thoughts, I am closing this chapter, though the story remains unwritten.

"You were my first love-and you will always be my last."

I want to end with this: the first time I saw you on May 27, 2018, it wasn't for more than 10 seconds.

But in that fleeting moment, I realized something.

In those 10 seconds, I knew you were my life. Maybe not the whole of it, but the part that mattered the most.

And if I have to wait another 10 years just to see those same eyes again, I will.

For the first and last time, I'll write your name, my Princess.

It's all about you, my queen.

Yes, it's all about you, _ _ _ _ _.