This is love.
When you smile to me, I hate it. When you talk to me, I hate it. When you do something good to me, I hate it. I hate it because I admit that I still love you. I just want to ask "how are you ?" But that words are very difficult to me. I can't talk to you. I can't ask you. I can't start a conversation with you. I even can't smile to you. It is not because I hate you. I just hate myself. Because I am still loving you You've tried to talk to me to smile, and even made a joke to me. Thank you for everything you've done to me. But this is my choice. I have to make you out of my mind. Force me to be a bad person. So you will realize that I am a bad person. We can't be a part, no matter what. You have your own world, so do I. Maybe, God has a better plan than I have for myself. Maybe, someday we can be a part. Maybe, I can have a happy ending love story. I don't hope for it. Seriously....