I’m smiling because I refuse to show anyone my sadness to anyone.
I smile because I’m tired of crying.
I smile when the thought of him comes into my mind, but I can’t help and be angry at myself because I have many unanswered questions.
What Happened?
Why did he choose to go M.I.A?
I don’t want things like they use to be because I know we can’t relive what used to be.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis