I asked you why you liked meyou told me everything.
I asked you again.
You told me that
my personality is like
the sun showing up after
a gloomy rainstorm.
You told me
being with me
has lifted the heavy weight
that was on your shoulders
and/or heart.
You told me
that you liked my smile
or was it that
you liked seeing me happy?
I'm glad that
I made your life happier.
I'm glad I have lifted
the weight that was on
your...heart.
I wish I was happy,
but reality is always in my mind,
reminding me,
"It's all going to end soon."
Or is it?
I hope it doesn't.










