In my head, we were going to end up together. It was going to be the most epic love story. The longest burn, but with the most rewarding finale.
The library glances and smirks were going to pay off. Our friends would joke about how they saw this coming, how infuriating it was that neither of us would make the first move.
It’s funny because I got over you last summer, and then after 3 months I saw you again and the lust came flooding back. But it’s different now. I don’t want you the way I used to. I made you unattainable.
You see the problem with the long burn, is it gave me time for my imagination to run wild. And neither of us could live up to the expectation that I made for us.
I think you will always be the one I wish I had of swallowed my pride for. You will be the one I wish I had of put my fear of rejection aside for. But I didn’t, and neither did you. So now I can’t play the games, because it hurts too much to know what I could have had.
— To the one I fell for a long time ago, and still has a place in my heart