No matter how macho I try to be, I'm still the emotional and sensitive one at the end of the day.
And you're the true macho person that I can't compare myself with.
I still remember revealing too much of my petty problems to you, and I don't remember the last time you complaining about your life, especially your studies.
I guess it's just nature. It's as simple as that. I complained and you nodded. I was emotional and you were not. I never felt satisfied with what I had and you were trying to enjoy your life as much as you can.
But I guess it was when it used to be, and things don't seem to be the same no more.
I don't know, I guess it just happened. We don't talk to each other anymore, we are becoming too preoccupied with our own matters. We don't have time for one another.
I did try putting a bit of effort in trying to digest the whole thing, but normally it'd be left hanging before I could say anything about it. So I keep accumulating the doubts and assuming things... and lately I'm becoming more and more unsure of what I should do or how I should feel.
Should I wait, should I stop, should I ask, should I move on, should I say something about it... I don't know. I have no idea.
I always feel like even if I try to look at it, you don't bother to do the same.
I don't know if it's still mutual, if you really meant what you said to me... that is, if you
still remember what you said to me.
Well, for me, I admit it gets a little cloudy at times... but I can never deny the fact that it's still there.
No matter how little or tiny it is, it's still there. I know I can tell myself a lot of lies, but it keeps coming back to me.
Your words haunt me and my expectations are eating me from the inside, at this very moment.
I've been forcing myself not to talk about it, not to think about it, not to bother about it...
...but I guess the Force is stronger with you.
