You keep liking my recent Insta stories. You have never done that in the past year we haven’t talked.I have been told repeatedly at youth ministry that you keep looking at me.
Why?
Do you have words unspoken you’re too afraid to say? I know I do. Every damn time I meet a new boy, I compare him to you. And it always ends badly. You should’ve stayed out of my life.
You should’ve just admired from afar because now I’m stuck with pent-up rage and longing while you’re already with someone new. For over a year now. While we lasted half that. Actually, less because you faked it, because you were too much of a wuss not to break up with me. Sorry, I mean stop talking to me. Because we never actually dated. (Situationship) And now you have Her, shiny, perfect, funny Her. Your first actual girlfriend.
You just HAD to confess on Valentine’s Day.
I do wonder what you did with the journal? The one where I wrote every day about you and gifted it to you on your birthday? (6/12.) I now know why you faked it. She told me that she told you about the journal. She said it could maybe change your mind. It didn’t. You wasted no time ending our relationship a day after your birthday.
I despise you and miss you at the same time, it’s driving me crazy.
