You see me. You talk to me. You listen to my stories; then comes silence. This is us now. But maybe, this may also be us then. We’ve known each other for so long now. We’ve shared some secrets sifted according to what the other would like to hear.  But thinking of the times we’ve spent, we never really poured our souls to each other. We were never one.

            I never complain though. Still, what we have will never last. Or if it will, is never real. You never showed your deepest thoughts and emotions to me; while I continue to hope that one day you’d do. What am I to do if someone would not trust me? I would not let them to keep me.

            How could I stay in both our worlds? I never stepped into theirs. I hope, they never did see mine.