Her voice, her words, was all I could hear. Her soft cries utter every word beautifully. Tears fell down from her eyes, and she wiped them off.
Out of everything and out of mind, I hugged her deeply. Holding her close in my arms.
Rants and complaints were continued, and my words carefully were thought. She became my priority. She always was. Even if I had someone else now, she was everything to me.
And I never knew my feelings would slowly roll back to where it came from. A thought of me from earlier on whence I stared at her, and telling me she hated my existence. She proceeded to write a note on how much she loved me.
I waited for her. I stayed for her. But yet I am not a man.