You know what I hate the most?
When we hang out and talk and then sudenly someone says your name?
I try to pretend that I didn't hear it or I just start talking with the person next to me - like nothing happened.
But then I look around and see some of them looking at me with those big eyes like they're expecting me to burts in tears or freak out. Like I'm a ticking bomb and they're waiting for it to explode. And when I see that I put on my best pretend face and smile. It hurts like hell to lie to them but it's the only way. And they buy it. They smile back and go on with conversation.
But there's that one, only one, who doesn't look away. The one who comes sit next to you and secretly takes your hand and whispers "It's gonna be alright. Hold on." The one who knows how you feel. The one who knows that everytime they mention the name you fall apart. The one who knows that you're on the edge of tears and makes up excuse to go with you so you can cry yourself out to feel a little better.
They say that things take time.