So, you are loved by another? Is that it? Thanks for the explanation. It helped a lot, but it hurt as well.
So, are you contented now? Nope, this is not a love triangle. I will respect your decisions, whatever they might be. No matter how it affects me.
This is not the time for me to hesitate. Am I to try and make you stay? Or should I let you go? Should I redeem my love for you? Or let someone else express their desire for you?
I'm so confused. So many thoughts spiralling around in the depths of my mind.
Why is it I cannot forget you? Why is it so hard to let go? Why is it the memories just keep coming back?
Whatever used to make me feel warm and fuzzy inside now only serves to wound me deeper, to strike out at my feelings and emotions for you. What is this weird feeling? Could it be... jealousy? I certainly hope not. I cannot help but think that if I never met you, maybe my life would have been so much better. I would have studied a lot harder instead of trying to please you all the time. I would have spent a lot more time with my close friends in school. But, was it really a waste of time? Perhaps.
Sometimes, I want you so badly. So, so badly. Could it be attributed to sinful desire? Lust? I think not. But I really just wanted you by my side. The knowledge of you supporting me is what gives me strength. Your presence used to give me courage and will to face any challenges. But what now? Without, I feel as if I am empty. There is nothing left. No emotions at all.
It is impossible to keep up this facade, this false appearance that I am putting up. I am breaking down. Slowly, bit by bit, I shatter. I will not last much longer.
Why don't you end my agony while you're at it, going out with him? Just reject me? Why talk to me when you have him? Why?
Are you also going through what I am going through? We've known each other for so long, yet it was always you who understood me, not the other way round. Now that I think back, I have never had the slightest idea about how you felt most of the time. It was always you who comforted me when I feel down, you who praised me when I did well, you, the strong pillar of support I depend on so much now that you're gone, I am weak, without a backbone. I am useless, unable to function properly, unable to rationalize, unable to think of anything but you and those sweet days that are long past.
Is it my pain that intrigues you? That urges you to keep this crumbling relationship? Do you derive pleasure from my plight? I pray it isn't. But as the saying goes, appearances are deceiving. You, who is so flawless in your character, perfect in your studies, beautiful beyond comparison. Could it really be that you are a devil at heart?
The thought itself has never crossed my head until now. I want to throw it out of my head, for it tarnishes all I want to remember of you. Even now, I can't believe I want to defend you from my own conscience, logic and common sense. What exactly is it about you that makes you so precious about me?
Do you understand me anymore?