A Dash of Melancholy

I don’t know why but, I ran out. Searching for them. I could’ve done anything else at that point in time, but I wanted to find her. I wanted to see her. I wanted to know that she was in her room, safe and sound. I knew she wasn’t…but still…

She was with someone else, I know. How selfish of me to want her when she was already happy. Does that make me a bad person? I don’t know. I only know that what I feel is real. But better to say how I feel now, than to forever wonder. I'm no fan of unresolved feelings.

Tomorrow I must wake up and act as if nothing is bothering me, but I know that I’ve bothered myself. She didn’t need to hear that, yet I told her. I will carry on with my day and she with hers. I will eagerly await a message I don’t deserve, yet so desire. A right fool I am, aren’t I?