ouch

they've been together for four years now..the guy i thought i'd risk being with til morning comes no more is happy with someone else. four years..four years and still counting..
i read the letters she wrote to him; cried silently with him when they broke up and managed a smile when they found themselves back with each other's arms again. i've read her letters to him; they were letters of happiness and pride of having him..of his heart loving no one but her..
i wonder, did he ever asked our friends about me when i suddenly left our hometown and tried my luck in this strange land? he didn't even give me a call..
was it really friendship between us? was it more than that? was there really anything between us?
people just don't know that they're already crying even if tears are already running down their face and screaming of the pain that they always try to hide..