"I'm fine", I said.
You knew I was lying. You knew I didn't want to talk about it. You pressed the matter and as much as I wanted to tell you, my voice gave out every time I tried to explain.
I wanted you to know how much I trust you, and how you mean everything to me, and how much it hurts to see you frown.
But there are moments in which I don't believe you when you say my pain is your pain. There are moments where you seem like you have much more fun with other people... with other girls.
There are moments in which you seem oblivious to the fact I'm even there.
What am I supposed to do then?
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