One year ago,
we shared the same events,
and the same feelings.
But now,
we find ourselves in similar events,
as strangers.
It feels foolish that I still
cheer for you silently,
waiting for your speech.
If only you knew how much I pray for you every day,
how much anxiety I feel when it’s your turn to speak,
and the relief I feel when everything goes well tonight.
I must look foolish, right?
You cheated, you betrayed, you lied—
yet I’m still here,
holding the same feelings,
still proud of you.
I turn around when people call your name,
my heart races when your car passes by.
I know how foolish I look.
I pray, I wish,
for these feelings to fade away,
just like yours did for me.
I wish I could switch my emotions quickly
to someone else.
But I can’t—
I’ve tried so hard.
