A boy and a girl are waiting for class to start. They stand in the staircase, looking down at the school terrace. The girl walks up to the boy.
-Hey.
-Hey.
-We haven't talked in a while, right?
-Hm. Yeah.
-I've been thinking about something... But I know it won't matter to you.
-Why's that?
-Because I can tell. You don't give me the same look as I give you. I'm just a stranger, like everyone else...
-Ah... I see. I kinda understand what you feel.
-You do?
-Hm. I feel the same way.
-Huh...?
-...But no. Not with you.
-Ah. I see...
-There's no way I could feel that about you. See that person? I look at them and see what you see when you look at me.
-Wow, I never expected that.
-But you know, there's not point on feeling sorry for myself or just making myself feel worse for it. Someone else deserves that person more than me. Actually, I'm surprised you had the courage to tell me, when I didn't have the courage to even talk to the person...
-I'll talk to that person.
-No. I gotta face myself and simply get over the fact there's no way, and move on. You've seen me holding this rock, right?
-Yeah... you never let anyone touch it.
-Hm. I was thinking of giving it to the person. But... This matters much more than that. I shouldn't just throw it away for something that won't happen...
-Is that how you think I should feel?
-No. It's just how I feel.
-Oh.
-But I think you shouldn't let go of what you believe in, just yet. Because I believe you still have a chance.
-...!
-You deserve it. It's in better hands now, It helped me a lot, giving me confidence, but also false hope. I gotta let go of that.
-... I... Th...thanks, I guess...
-...Sure. I'm... glad I could help.
-...
-...
...
I wish I could find someone who needed it more.
Someone who mirrored me...
Someone who I'd feel good about giving it to.
Letting go of the pieces, leaving traces of them for others to pick up, as I pick up new ones.
Sometimes, you just gotta let stuff go.
And you'll miss them.
But you know what? there's someone out there who needs it more than you.
Letting go of pieces, and picking up new ones.
That's how you progress in life.
You're just one in the crowd.
You might not know it but there's someone else that is going through the same problem as you. As well as people going through different problems as you.
You'll find the right person,
And then you'll help them, and you'll be helping yourself.
Let go of happiness for new happiness.
Let go of old sorrow for new sorrow.
Give up an old life,
for a new life.
You'll miss them,
but there's no better use other than where it was left.
A boy and a girl are waiting for class to start. They stand in the staircase, looking down at the school terrace. The girl walks up to the boy.
-Hey.
-Hey.
-We haven't talked in a while, right?
-Hm. Yeah.
-I've been thinking about something... But I know it won't matter to you.
-Why's that?
-Because I can tell. You don't give me the same look as I give you. I'm just a stranger, like everyone else...
-Ah... I see. I kinda understand what you feel.
-You do?
-Hm. I feel the same way.
-Huh...?
-...But no. Not with you.
-Ah. I see...
-There's no way I could feel that about you. See that person? I look at them and see what you see when you look at me.
-Wow, I never expected that.
-But you know, there's not point on feeling sorry for myself or just making myself feel worse for it. Someone else deserves that person more than me. Actually, I'm surprised you had the courage to tell me, when I didn't have the courage to even talk to the person...
-I'll talk to that person.
-No. I gotta face myself and simply get over the fact there's no way, and move on. You've seen me holding this rock, right?
-Yeah... you never let anyone touch it.
-Hm. I was thinking of giving it to the person. But... This matters much more than that. I shouldn't just throw it away for something that won't happen...
-Is that how you think I should feel?
-No. It's just how I feel.
-Oh.
-But I think you shouldn't let go of what you believe in, just yet. Because I believe you still have a chance.
-...!
-You deserve it. It's in better hands now, It helped me a lot, giving me confidence, but also false hope. I gotta let go of that.
-... I... Th...thanks, I guess...
-...Sure. I'm... glad I could help.
-...
-...
...
I wish I could find someone who needed it more.
Someone who mirrored me...
Someone who I'd feel good about giving it to.
Letting go of the pieces, leaving traces of them for others to pick up, as I pick up new ones.
Sometimes, you just gotta let stuff go.
And you'll miss them.
But you know what? there's someone out there who needs it more than you.
Letting go of pieces, and picking up new ones.
That's how you progress in life.
You're just one in the crowd.
You might not know it but there's someone else that is going through the same problem as you. As well as people going through different problems as you.
You'll find the right person,
And then you'll help them, and you'll be helping yourself.
Let go of happiness for new happiness.
Let go of old sorrow for new sorrow.
Give up an old life,
for a new life.
You'll miss them,
but there's no better use other than where it was left.
Edited by Kinode