I knew I couldn't make him happy. His warm and comforting hands weren't meant for me. They weren't meant to be the one to hold my broken pieces together. He was the first to make me feel as if the storms were brightly lit clouds. As if little by little, the petals weren't falling down. "He likes me" "He likes me not" Anxiousness washes me away, drifting me towards the sand of misery. It echoes but I couldn't turn away. "He likes me" His smile and words that weren't mine. His body that exists just to be there, his heart leaving him to were it truly belongs. I didn't want to... But I had to set him free. "He likes me not"