Why do I feel that, you're actually, don't want to talk to me anymore?
Maybe is not my feeling. Maybe is true that you don't care anymore. But well, think back again, you never seems to care.
Maybe is my false, because I never call you or text you either. Yeah, maybe is my false.
But don't you suppose to reply when I post something on your wall? Or post some comment on your status?
Maybe you're busy, I guess. But, hey, come back and check on it again. Is not that you're busy anyway, you were posting other thing as well as feedback or comment when somebody else is posting on your wall. Somebody else but me.
Maybe I'm not that important anymore. I do understand that, sometimes. Yes, just sometimes. Not every time. I'm not that clever, you know. So I don't understand thing all the times. Or let's just say I don't want to understand it anymore. Because it hurts me, and you never know. Of course you won't know, because I never tell....and you never will ask?
I do understand that. That time had past, so fast. And I was not there when you need me. There was someone else. Someone else but me. Someone else had replaced the place I used to be, in your heart. When you're down, when you need someone to talk to. When I was there. Time make it fade. It fade away so slowly, I barely noticed. And when I do, I feel hurt, because it won't the same anymore even though I've try to save it. It won't be the way it use to be anymore.
I can't even read your blog right now. And I seriously think, maybe I should block you from reading my blog too. Because, we don't share our story anymore, right? Like we use to.
Is my false anyway, for putting so much hope on you, for trusting you will maintain our friendship no matter how and what, for expecting you would appreciate me like I do for you, for remembering that we are still the best of friend no matter how and when.
Is my false anyway, for not knowing that someone else might replace my place, and I could be faded away silently without you even noticed it like I don't too.
And sure there is someone else who could replace me. I should happy for you, but I'm sorry to say I'm not. Especially when you are replying someone else and totally ignore mine....Maybe I was jealous, maybe...But what am I supposed to do anyway, because I used to love you that much. And now is like...whatever.
There always is someone else, someone else but me. But you will never know, no matter how many someone else is going to be there for you, I could only waiting for you but not someone else when I needed someone to be here for me the most, because there isn't any someone else who could totally replace you in my heart. And I guess that is why I hurt the most. Because I was alone and you never know it.
How bad it is?
Very bad.