It's happening again, that weird feeling whenever i see you post some ridiculously long posts about your losing your true love. Then i listened to a song or two, the ones that you sang to me before with that goofy smile of yours. It's pathetic, i know. And it's even worse now that you're so far away, from me, and/or him. I always wonder why you still love him, after all the shits that he'd done to you, after getting your heart broken into fragile pieces scattered all around the floor. I ask myself, not you, cause i know i will just hate your answer, and maybe even you for it. But then again, sadly did i realize that i'm just the same as you. We're both hoping for things we both know that are never gonna happen, ever. We're both waiting for someone we know, deep down in our heart and mind, that they're not gonna turn around and see how much we love them, ever.
I can still be there for you, as a friend, in spite of how much i crave for your other kind of love. But it would kill me everytime i see you crying over him, thinking who the hell am i to tell you to stop it, that the tears aren't worth it and you should be with me. Cause if even i feel this weird feeling everytime i see you post those ridiculously long posts about losing your true love, then you have all the rights to cry, to feel sad about it.
I'm pathetic.
You're pathetic, too.
Love makes us all pathetic, we know it, we know all the chances that love's gonna hurt us someday, sometime.
But still, we put all of our hearts in it, in danger.
Cause what are the chances that love's gonna make us happy?