POKER-FACE
I'm tired of keeping a poker face to E. Tired of pretending it doesn't hurt to be apart or that I'd really rather spend time with him than go out partying. Tired of running away because I'm afraid to fall hard. And equally tired of not being able to stop myself to being drawn. Perhaps I've already fallen more than I care to admit.
If only there are no more pretensions, or no more barriers; if only he and I can be together and he can hold me close without any fears or doubts. If only... I could stop this tear from falling right now and not feel the void that he created the moment he said goodbye and kissed my forehead.. If only...