My heart hurts. I don’t know why I thought you were mine. Now you want to go back to your friends, but how can we go back to being just friends when we shared a bed? I remember that cold December night when you were sleeping on my chest. The devil that looks back at me when I gaze into your eyes can't lie. How can you look at me and pretend that we didn’t love each other? How can we return to being friends after everything we experienced? It feels impossible to act like we never met. I remember holding my breath while you slept on my chest, too scared to wake you. I still don’t understand how you can look at me and pretend nothing happened. I'm holding on tight because we shared something real, yet you're slipping away. How can we pretend that nothing occurred?1234 copyright protection70ＰＥＮＡＮＡl50yMISb6a 尼

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