Envious

I envy you for being able to move like nothing happened between us. Why does it feel like I’m the only one suffering? Sometimes, I wander, is it killing you like its killing me now? The agony, pain and heartache, do you feel it? Why can’t I let you go? Why was it easy for you to let me go? Was I that worthless and meaningless to you? Does the time we spent together as friends for the last five years not mean anything to you? I miss you, like crazy. But I can’t tell you, it’ll hurt my pride. As a young woman, I don’t think I should be easy on you. I’m not like all the other girls out there. I won’t give you everything, unless I’m sure I can trust. I won’t let you in my secrets until I’m certain you deserve to know.