I like his voice; I like his silence
I like his soft smile and his puckered brows
I like him to the extent I overlooked standards
Since I like liking him…I liked him even more.
And then I loved him
I loved him wordlessly; I loved him in private
I loved him that only my soul knows
I loved him while he may possibly adore others…
Since I loved him
My heart was broken; but I could only let him go
There’s nothing I can do, other than to move on,
I’m stupid, heart-broken, troubled
Hopeless and down...
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