![]() I remember how you got closer to her, Ms. Secretary in the cutest way ever with the purpose of I don’t even remember at all.Īnd I remember how I was dumb enough to even thinking of falling in love with you. I was hoping that you would continue the convo but you did not, instead you another girl, a classmate of ours, and called her Ms. Finally, a conversation with you outside the school. My heart had beat so fast that my fingers were twitching as well. I jokely asked you if you liked one of my friend and you quickly replied no. I remember how you me at our gc later that day because my bffs just happened to stop by at our school to come see me. You were hella cute as fine, I lowkey told my bffs over you, ‘one knows you and I don’t want my secret to be knew. I remember as well how you arrogantly answered every question that there is, I was completely swooned by then. And I still remembered how I freaking laughed and giggled while you were offering everything to me in exchange for the puzzle piece that we have which your team’s puzzle was missing. I remember I was sweating when you came on to me to negotiate and I was stubborn enough and played hard to get so you wouldn’t stop pestering me. I was freaking pressured, considering that it was like a competition with rules of whoever has a lot, wins. I remember that day when we were divided for an activity and you were chosen the leader of the other group and I was as well. You were so handsome that my insecurities have taken upon me and I couldn’t bare you looking at me. Days passed and still those eye contacts continued, and me looking away continued. I remember when our eyes met but I looked away because anxiety was killing me. ![]() I remember how you were freaking handsome when we were tasked to introduce ourselves, that’s why I did my best when it was my turn.ĭays passed and my interest to you never stops. I remember the first day of class when you proudly solved every math problems on the board and I dumbly can’t. Even if I’m suffering, your happiness is what’s most important to me, even though we’re not together any more. Anyways, I genuinely hope that she makes you happy, because as long as you’re okay, I don’t mind hurting. We’re just starting to get to where we’re friends again, and I can hold a conversation with you without nearly breaking down crying. But I don’t want to make things weird between us. I wish i could get closure, because I believe that would make it a lot easier to get over you. I understand that I’m far from perfect, but what makes her so much better than me? I wish you knew how much I missed you. Why did you start ignoring me? Is that when things started with her? I hate that you didn’t tell me anything or give me a real reason for breaking up. ![]() Whatever it was about me that wasn’t good enough, I apologize. Every morning, I made it a point to text you and tell you that I loved you and hoped you had a good day. I was loyal to you throughout every second of the time we were dating, as well as the times when we were not. I understand that I wasn’t the funniest or most good-looking person, but I don’t get why I wasn’t good enough. The thing that bothers me the most, however, is that you don’t realize how badly you hurt me. I’m glad that you’re happy with her, and I wouldn’t do anything to ruin things between you two. I still do, and there’s a good chance that I always will. ![]()
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