I force my eyes open. Keep myself busy with all other unneeded things. Tell me, all is well.

But the tears doesnt say so. It flows in trickles, just an overflowing bucket of water. Nothing more, nothing less.

Why? Why? Why?

If, then i’ll love you. But not the way he does.

Its just coincidence that both chose a different path. Its not a mistake.

Thank you for that one hour of your time.