dear

Honey, will you tell me at the exact time when you suddenly feel lonely even when I'm around? When it's like you're missing something that I got rid off. Honey, will you not fake a single smile while you're longing to talk to someone else all day long? When I can't be the only one you're longing for anymore. Honey, will you tell me that you're missing her accompany more than how you're missing my smile? When my face becomes too old, my gaze becomes too cold, to you. Honey, will you tell me to walk away when you finally realize that you want her more than you could ever want me? Because I'll walk away. I'll walk away if it makes you smile. I'll walk away and see you in a distance talking with her so happily, happier than you could ever be with me. And it'll hurt. But I'll be happy along. And yet that's because I love you. It's just that when that time comes, I can't be with you, and I'll also need you to walk out from the rest of my life. Cause I can't bear the pain, how less selfish I ever am.