You came... I never expected that. That was just a simple invitation. Yet you did came. That was no accident, I believe. We started talking... those talks became an every-night-conversation. We shared stories. We shared moments. We shared lives. We even made a vow to be open to each other. No secrets. Sounds silly right? We created that kind of friendship that was established well. We even made it to the point that we talk about us. You made it clear that we can only be friends. I'm cool with that. What could I ask more? I want you to stay so even if it means only being a friend to you, I will grab it. Days... weeks... months passed. I can't help it. I'm falling. I'm really aware that you will never catch me but I let myself believe that it's really fine. I never told you about what I feel cause I'm afraid to lose the things that we have. I'm hurting everytime you're talking about her. I can feel that sting of pain everytime I'm seeing you online yet you're just either not reading my messages or I am just being seen-zoned. I was really very willing to endure all of that... but then thank God, I realized that I deserve better than this. I realized that you are not that healthy for me. I realized that a guy out there is actually praying for me and that I will not miss out what God has planned for me. Sorry, but I'm moving on now.
