I don't know how I comfort myself when you are sarcastic to me.
I don't know how much my heart hurts when I see you smiling at any girl, but when you face me, you have nothing but a cold expression.
I don't know how much courage it takes to raise a bright smile to you every time
I don't know when you will completely destroy my smile
You don't know all this, that's because you don't like me, so you don't know how much effort I need to make to continue to like you and not give up easily.
I love you, but because you don't like me, I have no other way but to be brave, to smile, and to leave after being completely heartbroken.
But when I saw you smiling so brightly at her, I started to question whether my persistence was wrong.
Letting you and me get tired and hurt, letting go, is it a kindness to you and a relief to myself?
(Short story)
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