Why are you like that?
Just when I am starting to learn the art of caring to you no more, you care for me the way you do when we met. I am moving on…and now, why are you holding my hand?? I am starting to live my life without you in it. Please, let me go. Don’t make me feel that I am special…or else I’ll have this expectation again…this stupid expectation that it’s possible…the you and me. Don’t make me hope when there’s nothing to hope for. It’s tiring. I know you know how I feel.
It’s not easy not to care. It’s not easy to pretend that you do not exist…because you my heart knows you are here…and you will always be…even in silence. This made me realize that, hey, I still care about you…the way I used to.
