I noticed that you’ve been avoiding me. Not that, and please, do not flatter yourself, I was living and dying on our conversations. I simply find it funny how seemingly amazing guys (oh, don’t let it get to your head. I’m not done with you yet. ) end up being such a-holes. I Liked you. I thought that you liked me… What happened? You said that you liked “different [girls]”, well where did that go?
I ignored it when it happened the first time; but now? I thought that you were one of the good ones. I guess I was wrong. I should have known there’d be something to you with all those ex’s over your shoulder. I should have. Silly me.
The sad thing is, I thought that I could really, fully and truly; fall for you. I already liked you too much to begin with. Not in an obsessive stalker way, mind you but you’d be constantly running through my mind. Thoughts of you would paint a smile on my face. Talking to you made my stomach do flips. That sort of stuff. I guess it’s true when they say that “If it seems to good to be true; it probably is”.
It’s true, I liked you. I liked you allot. Probably even more than I am willing to acknowledge. Then again, I’m left here, forever feeling like a fool. So, thanks for that, I guess…
Have a fucking spectacular life.
It’s your loss; not mine. x