Interlude…
It was a good thing I stopped crying.
It came on so quick, it caught me completely off guard. I kinda should’ve been watching out. Good thing I managed to fool him.
Yeah, it was a good thing I could hide it right away. And that he left right away. And that he didn’t come back right away. If I had cried, then he wouldn’t have been able to leave.
So it was a good thing the tears stopped.
I won’t be that girl he feels sorry for. I mean, then he’d come save me again. Because he’s my hero. Because when my friends are in trouble or are worrying about something, I know he’ll help out. Because he’s my hero. Because he has been from the very, very beginning.
Because he’s already saved me.
My “someday” is already over. He doesn’t have to be a hero—I just wanted him with me.
Because I know he’s not a hero, I actually wanted him to hurt me.
I couldn’t ask him not to go. I couldn’t ask, Why are you saving her?
I didn’t want to tell him not to be nice to me anymore.
I understood what she was thinking and feeling, but I couldn’t give up, give in, and deny it like her. It should have been really simple, but I couldn’t do anything. I made everything her fault instead.
Just like she was dependent on him, I was dependent on her.
I’m the one who’s been forcing everything on someone else.
This should be for the best, but I still can’t stop crying now.
I wish I hadn’t been able to stop those tears.
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