BMLY #2 - Being Sad

B E I N G  S A D

To meet him that day was never planned in her agenda.
I am not ready.
I am not.

Quickly, she turns her back away from him.
Hope he doesn’t see me.
Hope he doesn’t.

She almost jumps in surprise to hear his voice; calling a certain name.
That is not my name.
That is not.

A certain girl runs from her direction to his.
Guess I’m lucky.
Am I?

She encourages herself to see them.
I have to do it.
Do I?

As the couple shares smile and laughter to each other,
Her eyes get wet,
And her sight blurs in violet.

Yet, love is still hard for her.
I am not sad.
I am not.

Note:
I just found out that “Being Me, Loving You” is already used as a title of a love-thing socio-psychological book.
Hm, do you think I should change the title or not?
Suggestions are very much welcomed.