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Kane Nobuhiro
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Should I smile because you're my friend... Or cry because that's all we'll ever be?
It hurts to love someone when I can't tell her what I really feel because sometimes I get hurt without her knowing. I get jealous even if I have no right to feel that way. I want her time even if I am not in the position to demand for it. Although the heart is breaking in silence, I'd still continue to love her because somehow in this hurtful love there is still hope of having those beautiful moments with her again, just her and me.
Thats why it's easier for me to pretend rather than face my own feelings. Sometimes it's easier to try to make it alone than risk getting hurt. Sometimes I find it way much easier to be numb towards certain people, so I won't let them get too close. Sometimes I get scared, but when I act numb towards you, it does not really mean I don't care. It just means I care too much.
And look at the mess I am in now. I thought it would get better if I just pretend, but little did I expect things to turn out this way. It's really tiring having to smile and pretend I'm cool with things between us, when it's actually eating me slowly deep inside. I'll stay on for as long as I can take it within myself. But when the time has come for me to end it, I'll stop every single thing.
As for now, let's continue with the pretence. shall we?