You know what is hard? It's the fact that you cannot say or even think a single thing against it, because you know he is happy and you want him to be happy. All the time, regardless of how much it hurts you to know you are not the one who makes him happy.
And the damnest thing about it? You. Cannot. Cry. Not even a single tear, which often said to be an efficient healing method for the broken-hearted. You are too shocked to sleep, too numb to think and too tired to cry.
I cannot believe this happened, too. And I thought I read too much romance books and other lovey-dovey stuffs. Because for once in my lifetime, I thought I have found The One. Silly of me to think so now. Life is short, and I am tired of looking for the right one. Maybe I am just not meant to be...
Girls cry. Why can't I?
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