We never had the chance to sit down and chat about our pains. Not once did I remember talking about my dark heart with you. I never remember having a chance confiding with you as comfortable as I am with my other friends. I guess I never really want a piece of my darkness shared with you. I never heard you talk about your life plans with me either. You were too hidden to me as much as I am with you.
Every thing is about happiness when I am with you. No dramas. No flicks. Just all smiles.
So you took me lightly even when I bid my goodbye. Until you realize it was really the end.
The first sad story is our last.
Let's not meet again.
