We only know how much we miss something, when we lose it…

The feeling of bitterness
Of sorrow
Of distraught
Upon seeing the loved one hugged by a rival
While knowing she loves him too
But still can’t help sensing
A tinge of jealousy…

Trying hard to feel happy
For her
But yet being unable to
Upon seeing her
Hugged by another

Moving forward
Wanting to share her joy
Only to be passed by
To cheer with another
Oh the irony…

Putting in hard work and sweat
Wanting to keep you happy
Only to see you being really happy with another
Putting up a false front
A smile
When you ask to take a picture of you being happy with her

The pain
The weariness
The sadness
To keep hiding the truth
To avoid further complication

No one promised life to be a flower strewn…
The truth is always painful
Hence patience is a virtue
But how long can one wait?
Life is unpredictable
That's how we get flirts?
Who never think of the outcome
Only aiming for the near
Disgusting...