"I'm Sorry" 

There it goes again. The introduction to a thesis-paper-like long conversation of how it's not meant to be or how it's not your fault or how it's not you it's him. Unending questions bombarded from the four corners of the room. Mostly why. "Why did you do this to me?" , "Why just tell me now?" , "Why can't you love me?" . It's not the first time it happened to you but it feels so fresh every damn time. Hours passed, you still can't get a grasp of the reality that he will NEVER love you back. You stare at the ceiling and the flashback starts. His gorgeous eyes, his glorious nose, his kissable lips, his addictive laugh, his soft hands. You felt your eyes sweating and damn you hate it so much! You hate how you thought he likes you-- when it was just an act of friendship for him. "You're so gullible", you said to yourself. You started laughing while tears are falling down on your face. The sun had already set and you're still in the same spot. Lying down on the floor. Perhaps for now you'll stay in the cold hard floor-- much like his heart. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe it was all just a dream. Maybe.