Time passes as quickly as a galloping stallion.

The flower in the garden is wilting. Finally, it’s wilting.

Nothing lasts under the cruel hands of time.

I turn back to the mirror and touch a bony finger to the dark circle under my eye.

Nothing lasts under the cruel hands of time, including pain.

Washed away, everything turns bland as time goes. Like a passing wave, it dilutes everything inside people.

And that includes emotions.

I still look at the smile and find myself smiling at it every time. At least I can look now. I would’ve turned away for it hurts to much to see something I no longer possess.

Keep on smiling. You deserve more than what I barely gave you.

I still sit in the same office chair, the place where I can see you perfectly.

I still steal glances.

I still stare.

I still watch with too much longing.

You no longer look at me.

I’m glad.

I want to be able to see you lead a happier life than I could give you, even if I’m not part of it.

I’m glad I’m no longer part of it.

Like a bad actor, I ruin the entire movie.

The new female lead, she’s a pretty face. I smile unknowingly when she walks into the scene.

I smile when the two of you exchange genuine smiles.

I feel happy.

But the tears let slip unknowingly as I sit in the darkest corner, watching the running movie, this time, merely as an audience.