mangosweet

One week later...
How am I going to make it through?
Will I? Will I? I have to, I have to. 

I brought a lot of movies, intended to make you watch them with me.
But this one...I drew back at the last moment. 
I knew it would have been a bomb, and shattered the small world we secretly shared at that time. 

I didn't want to make your situition difficult, so I chose to give in.  
I guess it was a right decision, but why does a right decision cause so much pain? 
I could have fought, couldn't I? But I knew it was a war I fought only to lose. 
You used to whined about my willful behaviors, saying I always do what I want to do ; it's true, partially. I do what I want to do when it's something I know that's not going to affect you. If I really do what I want to do, how would I have let go of you so easily? 

After all, our story will never been seen on the big white screen, you are going to the "Jasmine" set for you, and it hurts just as bad when I had to watch you go.