Meeting you was a memory I would never trade for anything. It was a blissful moment, that sunny afternoon. It is still fresh on my mind how simple everything was that day, how the rays of the sun complimented the twinkle in your eyes. I would remember the scenario repeatedly and still feel the same way. You showed me a part of you that was closely same to mine. That was the time when I realized that something deep and buried within me is also deep and buried within you.
It was like meeting a stranger I have known my whole life. You were that person to me.
At first, I was oblivious of the pain you may inflict upon me. I saw it coming but I chose not to mind because I held on to something real. I held on to you. Countless nights, I cried but still smiled when the sun came up. Countless nights, I thought of you and smiled despite the pain. I disregarded every bit of warning my friends told me because I listened to you—to the beautiful lies your mouth told and to the beautiful smiles your mouth made.
My friends never gave up on knocking some sense into me. Until that time they succeeded and I saw how fake you were. Did you know that I believed everything that came out of your mouth? That I hung on to every promise you made?
I thought you were real. I thought that what we had was real. But for you, we were nothing.
Until this time, I do not know what your reason was and why you did what you did. To be honest, it still bothers me just how easy you moved on and how it seemed as if I was nothing to you. Funny how we are friends now, good friends. I am quite contented with what we have, our friendship, but that does not stop my mind from wondering why or why not me or why not us. I thought what we had was real.