You forced me to tell you why was I being sad,
"is it because of your insecurities?"
"what are the things that you are so insecure about,actually?"
"just tell me"
I kept on shaking my head. I trusted you but boy, I just couldn't tell. Seeing you forcing me to tell you the reasons is somehow funny.
I really love to see you care, because you never did.
But I hate it too,because I know it won't last long.
I hate it, because I don't know if you really care or just giving me your symphathy.
It's funny to think how lucky it is if I'm your special person,because that's what you have made me feel ever since. I know that I am not,so why are you even here?
Just go and let me be here,
stop being with me and go find the one that you should really care. I name it her.
And if I ever really meet her, I would tell her how lucky she is, I would tell her every single detail of you that you have shown me when anybody else couldn't see,I would tell her how you like to brag about your dreams to have your own lab and be like Stark in Marvel movies , how childish you are when you were sulking and so many more. I know it would hurt me , but seeing you hurting is the last thing that I could do.
I really hope she wouldn't waste you like you wasted me. So please , stop caring.
1:51 a.m.
"I wish God send you to the right girl," I chuckled.
1:51 a.m.
and you calmly said to me , "sent".
