I like the book you hid from me.
The one with little doodles, The one that had your actual thoughts and feelings written down, The one you just kept. My favorite entry is March 12-March 15.
"March 12, I kissed her again today. But this is the five time that I haven't enjoyed it. I don't know why...... I love her, that I know, So why does it feel weird to me suddenly?"
I remember when I first asked you what that black little notebook was. You responded with: "Oh its nothing" and went back to writing it.
"March 13. She told me she loved me today. I said I love her back. Why does it feel like I'm lying to her? I can't tell her. I don't wanna hurt her."
Yeah, you still hurt me. But it's okay.
"March 14. I don't know what's up with me lately. It hurts me that I'm hurting her. I told her the truth today. And even though I didn't see her face,
I know she was crying."
I was crying actually. Amazing you knew that right? To be honest I'm glad you lied to me for so long. So glad. So very, very glad.
"March 15. She left me. Said: "I'm not gonna force someone who doesn't love me to be with me..... ......Especially since I know someone out there can make you happier then I could."
I made a mistake.
I started my own notebook. Its little and white, I got a red ink pen, And one broken heart.
Oh, and the best part?
It's about you.