nine eighteen of ten.
twenty three eleven at my watch.
dark. quiet. empty.
i heard it once more. i couldn't stand it.
i couldn't stand every tear.
she's hurting. i know. but i couldn't do anything.
i asked her why. she didn't answer.
slowly, she looked at me.
then, she smiled.
she's my friend - happy, jolly, high-spirited, always on the go.
that what she is - OUTSIDE.
but going beyond that is a lonely soul.
digging a little bit deeper is a broken spirit.
i always want to take care of her.
to keep her away from any pain.
but i couldn't. i could never.
"do you love me?" she whispered.
i looked at her. and slowly, i looked down again.
do i love her? of course!
but do i really love her? do i?!
if yes, she shouldn't be hurting like this.
if yes, she must be happy as she should be.
if yes, she must not be asking this question at me.
but she's hurting. she's not happy. and she's questioning my love.
now, i don't know how to answer.
do i really love her?
have i given her the right amount of love?
or have i just mistaken pity for love?
she should be happy. she should really be.
but i'm making things hard for her.
i'm making things complicated.
"i will make it up.. i will.."
it's not easy. i know.
but i'll do everything to make her smile again.
she has faked it a lot of times.
but i want to see a genuine one this time.
it's not easy. but a genuine love for her might suffice.
at least i will try.
besides, it's the only thing i can start with.
to give her the right amount of love.
the LOVE that SHE DESERVES.
the LOVE that SHE NEEDS.
oh by the way, my friend's name is...
- digi -
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