If you love her that much...Let her go.
Smile for her, and be happy;
That she's happy. Happy with someone else.

And as I smile for you.
ahhh....What a good little actor.

“Love is when you shed a tear and still want her, it's when she ignores you and you still love her, it's when she loves another man but you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.”

"What's wrong?"
I hear that everlackingly.

Yes. I smile.
And boy, that's a big lie.
Deep inside me. Slowly. Evergrowingly.
Dying.
Dying.

I feel. Rather cold. Freezeing actaully, inside of me.
Drip. Drip.
Drop.

This warm liquid, it flows out of my arm...to my wrist.
Pain? More like...relief.
Oh look. My final message...drawn and paint from my own ink.
Red...nice colour.
Hearts are red.
Roses are red.
Blood is red.

“You may not love me today, tomorrow, or ever, but I will love you until it kills me, and, even then, you'll be in my heart.”

See. I'm happy. All smiling.

“I try to talk to you, but I don't know what to say. I am afraid you don't want me to say anything. So I don't. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out.And tell you how I feel-like how I miss you. And how I love you despite my broken heart.And how I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you.But those words may forver stay in my heart-locked inside.Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too... but I'll never know.”

I’m going to smile and make you think I’m happy
I’m going to laugh, so you don’t see me cry
I’m going to let you go in style
... and even if it kills me- I’m still going to smile.