You said that so calmly today as you passed by me in the library. You knew it was Valentine’s Day, but you didn’t wish me a good one. And honestly, I didn’t want you to say anything to me. I’m done falling for you. I’ve tried so hard. I liked you for about nine months, and you never had a clue. I tried to tell you, to get others to tell you, and to show you. I flirted, I texted, I did everything possible, but you had no clue.
All your friends make fun of you for being that guy that never has a girl, that’s too nice, that is stuck in the friend zone. And I thought I could be the one to make you realize you are worthy of being loved. You really are, but you’re so stupid. You need some confidence, you need to realize that you can get a funny, pretty, and smart girl if you just opened your eyes a little. I guess I’m not going to be the girl who makes you realize what you are. I’m sick of this. I’m sick of trying.
I am sick of being in the friend zone. I really want to tell you that I used to like you, not as a desperate attempt to get you back, but so you can realize what you lost. I want you to feel regret.
The only good thing since I decided I was done (it was about a week or two ago) is that I feel free. I smile more. I don’t care if you don’t talk to me. My happiness doesn’t depend on a failed flirting attempt.
And, one of these days, I am going to find someone great. He will have the guts to ask me out when he knows I like him, and he won’t be oblivious to a girl’s moves.
And I don’t know where you’ll end up. You could have ended up a lot better if you had me. I could have helped you with all you relationship issues, but no, you’ll continue ignoring girls and wearing the same pair of shorts two days in a row.
Have a good life, my friend.