My Little Panda

It’s no longer heavy when you share it with someone, isn’t it?

Apparently he finally does it right. Seeing how you seem to be happy, he must have treated you nicely. I’m happy for you. I always do. Even though it’s really annoying, but I still prefer it this way rather than worry about you when you don’t seem to be okay.

Even so, I don’t know why it still hurt like hell. Why it’s so excruciating knowing that there’s someone who can make you smile. I don’t envy him because he can make you smile. I envy him because he could do it to you. I envy him because he can do what he want to do to make you happy while I have to hold back to make you happy.

It doesn’t add up, isn’t it? That I got to hold back to make someone happy. What kind of common sense is that? I don’t even understand.

I guess that’s why some people call it crazy little thing. It makes us completely out of our mind.