The ugly emotions.

You’re not mine, but I inwardly cringe when I see you smiling at another girl when you refuse to even glance at me. Don’t get the wrong idea, if you do find someone else now, I’m sure you must be very happy for you to do that and I’d love that really. If I could see you happy again, I’d be really glad, even if I’m not the one who caused you to be happy. Even if I become one of those people you tell to that special someone, about how I lost your trust, how I betrayed your trust, how I tore down the most vulnerable part of you. it’s okay, I can play the villain as long as you’re happy. as long as you can love still, it’s okay. I can be anything you want me to be as long as it makes you happy.

I just wish you’d seem happier. I just wish I knew if you were happier without me. Selfish of me, yes, but if anyone else make you happier than I did, I’d like to know. Even though I know why we couldn’t work out then. I wish you’d take the chance. I had nothing to base anything on. It would be okay if you’d let it happen. Instead of trying to forget about me, shunning me out of your thoughts. 

We’re back to the start. Can’t we try this again?