I've been telling them, telling myself that he truly likes Perfection.
I know he does. We all know he does.
But why am i still getting hurt whenever the fact is evident ?
Why am i still getting hurt even though i know that it would be her?
The fact is perfectly laid out on a silver platter.
It's visible.
I know it is.
Maybe the reason why i'm like this is because i am still secretly hoping...
secretly hoping that it'd be me...
that it'd still be me...
that it's always been me...
that it will always be me...