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Falling.

You are and will always be my best friend.

A title that's somewhat dangerous and an honor to be given.

Despite that, I have my insecurities.

We are not close as we used to be.

I don't want to seem clingy or annoying,

So I act as if it's fine that the way it is to be.

Moreover, you seem busy with someone new.

It seems like you had replaced me with her, a figure that's surreal to both, me and you.

She has her flaws, sorry, I don't mean to be rude.

But, even with them, she's perfect and a match for you.

Somehow, seeing you two hurts me badly.

You both are like the stars that belong in the galaxy.

Looking back, I had a chance with you.

Being me, I missed that chance and blew the path up into tears of blues.

The tears that shed in the moonlight at late mornings,

With the memories of us being us and nothing uneasy.

I have my flaws-- counted and faced them all.

With that said, one had popped up and presented in forms of words that are being shared.

I am selfish but not selfish enough.

So, from today forth, I shall leave you and fade into the darkness behind.

It seems as if  falling was already quite challenging from the very start.