Autumn Night

My obsession with you remains unchanged.

The details are becoming increasingly blurry in my memory. Perhaps one day I'll completely forget you. On October 20th, I deleted you again, leaving me without even the courage to secretly like you. In a moment of impulse, I made a decision I don't know if it's right or wrong. To let go of myself, and to let go of you. But reality is different. I still can't let go of you. The few times I've had insomnia, your image is on my mind. It's a pity I didn't listen to you talk about me more. Curiosity is like a cat's scratch, but what does it matter? In the end, we're strangers, the strangers I chose. We're not even friends anymore.

After bowing my head time and time again, my crown is crumbling. Deleting you was the last bit of my dignity. I'm

sorry, my feelings made you feel tired. Some say that if you're hurting, you should express it. I'm hurting, but I don't know who to tell. No one can truly empathize; others will never know how much your heart aches when you smile. I say I'm carefree, I'm forgetful, I don't feel pain. Tears always express the truest emotions within. My pride led me to shed tears only at night, silently weeping and silently enduring, for each new day brought its own. A thick wall stood guard over my fragile heart, preventing anyone from ever setting foot inside.