It's amazing you don't recall how it felt watching me from across the hall, and wished I was laughing with you and holding your hand instead.

It's amazing how best of me actually makes you go away, and you were never bothered if I do stick around.

Not sure I've misinterpreted all the truth you meant to tell me, or you just really make a bad choice of words and expressions.

They call it a heart break. But my entire body has been aching all day.

"I can never be like that guy you just met"

"I want to stay too"

"I tell myself to be there for you"

"I'm loving you lesser and lesser... it doesn't feel like before"

"What if I don't even feel like doing that now"

"I can't promise you anything this instant"

You told me,

"I feel incompetent to love you"

"I want my own fun"

"I do miss you but it's only for a short while"

"The kind of love you deserve... it hurts me that I'm not loving you the way you should be loved"

"I don't know how to love and appreciate you until I know I want you back"

Above all, I clearly knew the truth to your departure,

"Why don't you see things like I do"

"Why can't you like my friends"

"I want to attend music festivals and raves... I want to meet my friends and talk over beer..."

"I consider these people as family"

"I've been so disinterested"

So why do I keep allowing myself to believe only the part of the story you painted for me.

So why do I still think I can take you back,

Then trust you all over again with my heart that you would leave behind anytime you please.

I am not family.

I am not priority.

I am definitely not 'too good' for you.

I noticed you're doing well alone because you wanted to be alone.

I should really stop being a fool for love.

None of this was for the sake of me, knowing that all I needed was you to be around,

The whole act of taking me out of your life, it was for you.

You asked me,

"Why do you still love me?"

Is it better if I don't, Ben?

You told me,

"I love you too"

Do you really? 

How many times I have wished I could have taken mini's place, that the death of me is what you'll wake up every morning anticipating. At least, I'll truly have you again for the last time. Maybe I never really did... these 3 years felt like a huge lie after last night... I kept you so close to me for so long because I thought you wanted me, forever. And forever was mere couple of months for you.

I remember so vividly all the things you used to do to me - 

I can't comprehend how could you not.

If you see me in someone else's arms tonight,

will it pain you.

It's amazing you don't recall how it felt watching me from across the hall, and wished I was laughing with you and holding your hand instead.

It's amazing how best of me actually makes you go away, and you were never bothered if I do stick around.

Not sure I've misinterpreted all the truth you meant to tell me, or you just really make a bad choice of words and expressions.

They call it a heart break. But my entire body has been aching all day.

"I can never be like that guy you just met"

"I want to stay too"

"I tell myself to be there for you"

"I'm loving you lesser and lesser... it doesn't feel like before"

"What if I don't even feel like doing that now"

"I can't promise you anything this instant"

You told me,

"I feel incompetent to love you"

"I want my own fun"

"I do miss you but it's only for a short while"

"The kind of love you deserve... it hurts me that I'm not loving you the way you should be loved"

"I don't know how to love and appreciate you until I know I want you back"

Above all, I clearly knew the truth to your departure,

"Why don't you see things like I do"

"Why can't you like my friends"

"I want to attend music festivals and raves... I want to meet my friends and talk over beer..."

"I consider these people as family"

"I've been so disinterested"

So why do I keep allowing myself to believe only the part of the story you painted for me.

So why do I still think I can take you back,

Then trust you all over again with my heart that you would leave behind anytime you please.

I am not family.

I am not priority.

I am definitely not 'too good' for you.

I noticed you're doing well alone because you wanted to be alone.

I should really stop being a fool for love.

None of this was for the sake of me, knowing that all I needed was you to be around,

The whole act of taking me out of your life, it was for you.

You asked me,

"Why do you still love me?"

Is it better if I don't, Ben?

You told me,

"I love you too"

Do you really? 

How many times I have wished I could have taken mini's place, that the death of me is what you'll wake up every morning anticipating. At least, I'll truly have you again for the last time. Maybe I never really did... these 3 years felt like a huge lie after last night... I kept you so close to me for so long because I thought you wanted me, forever. And forever was mere couple of months for you.

I remember so vividly all the things you used to do to me - 

I can't comprehend how could you not.

If you see me in someone else's arms tonight,

will it pain you.