I know you would do anything for me.
Even if it was something ridiculous, stupid or reckless,
you would do it, only because it was for me.
I knew your very good intentions.
We couldn't be more than what we already are.
Are you contented with just that?
I am. More than contented.
I'm no Julia Roberts.
I have no flashing smile,
I can't act,
for a lifetime.
It was already a decision that was made
before everything else happened.
I had already given up on everything.
I was an empty being,
nothing more than just, empty.
That was all I have been since... then.
Like a hole somewhere in there,
it was just plain void.
Nothing could fill it
and I had already accepted myself being this way
for life.
But all was changed.
Not in an instant.
But gradual.
Sheer facts are hard to accept,
difficult to swallow,
to contain.
And I'm very sorry of all people,
it had to be you.
Just like how you have wanted me to be,
I wish you will be too.
To be happy, to be contented.
