A Regular Character

I know we’re not friends.

I also accept that we’re definitely not in a relationship.

But I also realise, I am nothing more than just one of those regular characters you already have. The only difference might be the free delivery.

It is part of the deal which we had signed on. And I understand I have since then signed off my right to demand. But the truth is I really am deeply troubled by what happened between you and the other people.

I wondered if I ever mean anything to you.

It was indeed sweet to know you think of me sometimes. But I also have been told (by you) that I am just foolishly getting over-involved.

You might be true in what you said, as friends have agreed. But they also have advised on the best thing to do. And I know it too.

Do I want to keep pouring out and recollecting my emotion in a repetitive cycle?

How many times do I want to remind myself of my own pathetic character?

Can I keep maintaining my sweetness and pretend that I do not want to demand anything at all?

I have no answer. At least not yet. I don’t know what (I want) to do.

I understand about your worry. But rest assured my humility and rationality will guarantee you a psycho- and drama-free solution.