doing races, meeting girls.
serious, riding a motorbike,
staying home, writing about you.
“okay… i will,” she concedes.
“now, please. let’s talk about us instead,” he gently sways her.
“yes. let’s do that,” she says and tries to smile brightly at him.
“you know what? i don’t want to end this but i know you aren’t really into me. go back to him. you still love him. i’m sorry. goodbye. please be happy. i love you,” he tells her sadly.
for he knows that they can never be happy together. he loves her but she doesn’t feel the same for him.