The left behindBy Rygean AguirreBeloved,I wish I could see your face. I wish I could hear your voice. I wish to feel your happiness. But, then wont it be sad because your happiness is because of someone else?I haven¶t heard from you because everytime I try to reach out, you ignore.I cant see you because you wont allow me, even If I want is so badly.When was it²where did that little hope go? Where did my little hope go?When I thought I could almost reach you, you¶d step farther. I tried to cover my feelings with indifference²have you felt it? Have you known about it? You must have, I guess, but didn¶t care enough²forcing me to be more and more indifferent to you. And you didn¶t mind at all. So, I ended up distant.How are you then? I never actually knew how you really were. I was trying to be contented seeing you breathe and laugh, but I failed²it wasn¶t enough. I want to know you, but you wont let me. Instead, you¶d rather talk to those around me²specially to those closely attached to me. I got jealous. She was having the privilege of conversing with you² and I was not.