On this night, you came down with smiles on your face. You walked over and sat right next to me. Soon you went in the store to say you were leaving. I kept asking you where you were going, and you said you were going to walk around for a while with someone.
I watched you walk away, still smiling. Your last words that night was “I’ll come back later.”
Truth is, I didn’t even want you to leave that night. I should have known, behind all that smiles, your intentions to leave was so impure.
Who knew that that would be the last time I would see you. Who knew that it would be the last time I believed in you.