I found out you were dating someone.
I was crashed, my eyes filled with tears wanting to come out.
But you were looking so happy so I forced a smile.
Your happiness is all I care about, even if I end up being hurt.
Your friendship is enough if you are happy.
So I went along with you.
You introduced him to me and I acted as friendly as possible to make you smile.
Because I loved it when you smiled.
My stomach would fill with butterflies and my heart would do his cardio workout.
I wanted to pretend for you.
Even if I got a bad vibe from you 'boyfriend'.
Even if I'm breaking apart from inside.
After all, it was all for you, just you.