two sides to everything

If you would have asked,

you would have known.
But of course,

I could have simply told you.
But confessing was beyond simplicity.
It would be a great leap.
A risk.

A moment of holding my breath... to death.
If I had confessed the secrets,
I have reason to believe

it would not have mattered.
It would not have made any differences.
You would still be there.

And I'd still be here.
Overlooking. Staring.

Wondering. Secretly hoping.

Silent.
Silently hurting.

And that you would never know.
Because you never cared.

You never bothered.
Why make things more complicated

when they could be simple?
That is how you think, right?
If you would ask,

would you even ask about me?
If you do, would I even tell you the truth?
Be cause you hate those kinds of things.
Why put all the drama in your life, right?
Of course, you're right.

Even when you're wrong.

I still try to find the right.
Because there are always

two sides in everything, right?
Right? Do you know mine?

Would you tell me yours?