"Sung Mi?". "Yeah V?". "What am I to you?". I froze and bit my lip, I wasn't sure how to answer him. I thought of him as my friend, nothing more, nothing less. Why was he asking this? So sudden? I admit I used to like him but the past is the past and besides who would like someone like me? Exactly. "Your like a brother to me, the greatest friend I ever had, you know" I said awkwardly trying not to look him in the eye. He frowned as if he didn't want to hear that and was expecting something el

They say that if you let something go, if it comes back to you it's yours. If it doesn't it never was. I let you go, you came back. I thought you were mine, I was fooled. Things don't last long, promises do get broken. I had you, then I lost you. Why am I stil hoping? What am I waiting for? Nothing. Your already gone. I was never yours, you were never mine. All that's left are broken promises...