I can now truthfully say that I am happy.

Happy that no one can see my hurt and the cause of my tears.

For if they see my tears, they see something else hurt. Something else broken.

I forgave, but I never said I would forget.

Because I can not, perhaps never, forget him. I loved him.

And that is the reason why there will be a bleeding hole in my heart.

I do not know when it will truly heal. Even though I have said otherwise to you, my dearest friend.

I don't want you to know.

Because you are starting to love him too.

And you deserve him. You deserve to be happy.

I, on the otherhand, deserve nothing.

But it makes my happy to know that atleast you are happy.

That atleast you can be happy with the man I secretly still love.

Though you will never know how much it hurt me what you did, it makes me happy.

For now, I will resent you.

But you will never know it, because I will never let it show.

In time I will heal. I always do.

But I always, always, will know that would never have forgiven me, if had done the same to you.

But I will stay as your friend, because that is who I am.

I forgive because no one will forgive me for existing.