The Confession

When things are so conspicuous, it becomes a hologram.
We have been playing this game for years.
Both know what the truth is,
But neither I had the strength to disclose it nor you are ready to recognize it.
You only began the game by just coming into my life.
Then, it was me who invented various techniques of the game.
Playing in the different tunes of the heart for the heart,
Somewhere, what the heart yearns for has become a departed soul.
You know only how to come but not leaving,
As you only know how to cast love but not acknowledging it.
I went up to the farthest distance of torture and grief.
I spent many nights playing with tears and dreaming.
My world has been rotating in your universe.
But it is just a part of the universe, and you have others to worry.
You never know how hard my heart was broken,
When I concealed my feelings when you asked me to tell the truth.
You never know how hard my heart was broken,
When I could not say "It's you", even when you insisted.
You never stop by to see my grief.
Why will you do it when I am the only one responsible?
My confidence was so high of our union,
I even did not dare to think that you will even once come into my life.
It was just a true one-sided love of an abnormal lover.
Death is unpredictable but certain,
But love is both unpredictable and uncertain.
Sometimes, the sun rises from the west when it is cloudy in the east.
Finally, there is a confession,
A thing that we mutually agreed to keep in secret for long.
Finally, there is a confession of a mutual feeling.
Finally, there is a confession of a mistrust mind to an insensitive heart.
How could I know both of us are pursuing the same goal?
The wait is over, and the confession is done.
We are ready to play our part,
And rewrite the history of love.
But understandably, the script was written already.