you don't really love me, do you? so why did you tell me those words? why? it just made me too attatched to you. i can't seem to let you go, yet. but i know i have to. i have to, if i want my life to finally be right. actually, i can let go of you, whenever i want, whenever, wherever. but you've been someone quite permanent in my life that i can't see myself in a day without talking to you. but you're not real. you were never real. you were some wild imagination. YOU WERE A LIE. a lie that i have been so used to. something that wasn't true. but because you were someone who constantly take my attention, i have been blinded to see what's true. i was gradually believing that you were perhaps TRUE. BUT you're NOT. how could you be? you were never there for me, especially when i needed you. you won't be there even if i was going die! YOU. i don't even know what i am to you. maybe some toy? a past time? someone who you can just toss around, mock and joke at whenever you want. that's why i NEVER LOVED YOU LIKE I WANTED TO. THAT'S WHY I STILL LOVE HIM AFTER YOU CAME.

I DON'T LOVE YOU.
BUT WHY CAN'T I SEEM TO FINISH IT OFF WITH YOU?
PERHAPS, BECAUSE I SAW A COOL FRIEND IN YOU THAT'S WHY.
A FRIEND.
YOU WERE NEVER MY BOY FRIEND
YOU WERE JUST A FRIEND.