"Are you okay?", she asked. I smiled. She never really fail to ask this every once in a while. 

"Yes." I replied back. 

"You're lying."

"Then what's the point of asking if you already knew I'd lie? "

"To see if you can still be honest. Even for yourself." 

"I already lied many times to myself. What's the point of being honest now when I'm just gonna continue to fool myself later?" I replied and looked at her directly. 

"You see, that's the case, you never see the point of something very important with you're constant belief with lies." 

Important? 

"Irene, do you think I'm important? Does my existence even mean something?" I asked. 

"Of course you are. You're existence mean so much to me."

"I wish I can hear her say those things to me."

"What's so different from hearing those words from me? Why must it be her?", she asked quietly. 

"I don't even know."

"I wish you could love me back the way you do for her."

"I wish I met you earlier, then maybe, maybe I could love you as much I could love her. I really wish I did. "  

"What does she even have that I don't? She left you 

with nothing."

"Irene, if you only knew how much I missed her whole presence. How much I miss hugging her in my arms."

"But I can g