What I know now..
Is how he loved her unconditionally...
And I must accept that we would never be.
While he looked at her with tenderness,
I reminded myself that he is not mine, but hers...
So I became his friend... Only His best friend.
While I struggle to let him go,
I tortured myself by staying close to him just because he needed me,
It's difficult to call myself his friend.
Because loving him wasn't something that happen a while...
But all through our childhood... Secretly holding myself back every minute.
As I loved him, and learning to give in to my desires,
Erasing every detail and traces of the past,
Why did I gotten weaker that sometimes watching them both... It hurts?
While I continue to get hurt by pretending, I realised...
I never tried to understand his method to love,
Nor am I capable to shelter him from the obstacles coming...
Not knowing how I felt...
Unable to forget, he swept my feeling along with him.
But that is him trying hard to take care of my heart.
As I'm getting hurt... My first love... Honestly
I'm glad that happiness is always with them both,
Even if there isn't a place form me...
I still wants to wish them happiness sincerely... Forever.
