For the last time, let me ask you this question –
Did you even loved me?
Did you even look at me the way you look at her eyes?
Your eyes that are so deep like the oceans that I drown as I look at them every time
I drown at the thought, the will, and the trust
that someone would save me.
That a savior would rescue me.
That a knight and shining armor would free me.
That you would lift me up in the heavens that both of us would feel the happiness, the serenity, the euphoria, the carelessness, the wildness –
Oh my gosh.
You let me feel all these things.
The things you should have let me feel,
the things that I should have not felt,
the things that you shouldn’t just let me feel because you also let her feel the same thing –
That I think you, both of you, mutually feel.
No, no, no.
I beg to disagree.
It’s not the same.
It will never be the same.
You floated her in the ethereal presence of your love while drowning me in the fact that you couldn’t love me the way you should.
With this, no worries, my love.
If this is my only choice,
drowning would never be my only option.
I’ll swim towards the shore and find my reason.
