As I watched you laughing with her, smiling at her, falling for her deeper...
Why do I feel regret? When I was the one who introduced you to her?
You are not mine from the beginning. I don't even know what I feel for you is love or not.
But why can I feel my heart breaking?
"Where does your heart lies?"
"My heart? It lies with me of course." I smiled jokingly, but why is it that even when I smile tears falls down my face?
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Abditory
Random(n.) a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place Ideas that dance inside my mind. Muses of words with meanings that I've never said out loud.
