I can pretend to be okay with everything. I can pretend to be strong. I can pretend to be genuinely happy. But at the end of the day, pretending isn’t satisfying.
What if at the end of the day, I can't keep pretending? I only have about two weeks more to have the school memory with you and after that, it's the end of my pathetic love drama's between me and you. Thank you so muchh for making me smile, with your double love, and for everything. I know that much better if we be a friend, not more than that. Goodbye.