You seemed to have held onto me longer before.
When your eyes met mine,
I couldn't help it as the corner of my right lip turned upward.
But it was only acting, right?
I hold no residence in your thoughts.
Even though you had booked the whole hotel in mine.
We're not possible.
I have proof that my attempts at more than acquaintanceship have failed.
They were merely brushed aside by you.
There is no room for me in your world.
But can we act like there is?
