Don’t. Don’t tell me how traumatic her life had been, so you need to be by her side. I’m sure I’ve gone through much more, and that I’ll need someone by me more then she do. Yeah, you can call this jealousy. But just somehow, I’m always alone. I’m always hiding my problem from everyone; there isn’t anyone I could trust enough to let them know how I really feel, and think.

Yes, I did let some into my secret. Beyond the wall I’ve built. But let’s say hypothetically, I’ve built more than just one wall to wall myself away. True, I let them in, but not close enough to the core, not close enough to see the whole truth. Sometimes, I feel that even I don’t know about myself.
It’s actually sad, that behind every smile, there will always be a frown. Always.