I’ve liked a guy for two years.
I never gave up.
Never wanted to.
Now, I know for sure that I haven’t a single chance.
Not one. Not ever.
I just can’t believe it took two years for him to finally let me know that he has not one interest.
Then, to make it even better, he wonders why I’m upset?
But, hey, you love that other girl, so all luck to you.
I hope you two stay together forever.
All happy and whatnot.
With the cuddling and the giggles.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I can’t let go.
I won’t let go.
But I have to.
I know I’m just whining but, this time, I can’t help it.
I’m genuinely hurt.
My heart is beating off.
I’m shaking as if it’s my form of breathing.
My eyes are red, my face strained into a tear-stained smile.
Before I let go, though, I have to tell him.
Everything, this time.
Every word I didn’t say.
Every feeling I didn’t tell him about.
If I’m falling over the edge, I can’t be weighed down.
After that, I’ll be over it.