I've noticed the distance between us. I ignored it. The cycle of that moment has returned. I thrust my owned instinct. I blamed myself for feeling the difference. I forced a smile. I formed a belief. So I begged him to stay for I hoped for greatness out of this relationship.
Only now that I realized, when he asked to leave, the potential one was already there. This time it is obvious and it is seen. It's no longer an imagination that he always named it.
Silence myself from weeping, I noticed the conversation in the distance. The world seems not to care that I'm broken into pieces. The line I have read flashing out before my eyes. How many lies have I listened with this whole heart believing it was a genuine vow?