Long Gone

I watched him cry desperately. My heart starts tingling with pain. It hurts whenever I see him. Every single moment he cries gained a thousand pounds of pain. But that doesn't matter anymore. What matters is him. I shoudn't worry about me. I shoudn't worry about my feelings and pain. The inportant thing is that he's still alive. He's still okay even though he doesn't look like it. But I know he will. He will someday. At the right time. HE WILL MOVE ON.