Please Forget About Me

I look at her one last time before I walk away trying to look that I am fine. That I'm hard as stone. That I'm emotionless.I heard her cries and I tried my best not to run towards her and hug her tight. I'm an asshole yes indeed but this is the right course to take.As I slowly exit the restaurant ,the memories that we used to have together rushes inside my brain. It's purely torture to me, me being the modern gentleman I always claim I am,but here I am walking away from a girl whom really loves me.

"Forget about me, please"I mutter before going out to the cold lonely night.