The Reason

Oh. Now I get it. The sparkle in my eye is gone. The thing that people love and adore about me – my cheerfullness – has vanished. It’s like one of those paintings that’s in black and white and makes me feel all.. depressed. Well, I guess you could kind of say I am depressed. I love you, but you love her. Bad part is – the one you love, is my best friend. You’ve broken my heart, and apparently, ruined my best feature. I could hate her too – she’s the one that told me in the first place. But that’s the exact reason I don’t hate her – she has the loyalty to tell me the truth and help me through it. But because that sparkle has gone, my eyes refuse to shut as I stare into yet another sleepless night.

You’ve destroyed me.

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