I loved the fact that you were my ‘almost.’ That you would forever be the boy that could have been, if only one of us had gained a bit of courage.
There was never going to be a fight that tore us apart. I was never going to be jealous of the girl all over you at the bar, because you were never going to be mine to be jealous of.
It was always just going to be library glances and smiles from afar.
But you broke my heart. You broke my heart 6 months after I had let the thought of you go. You made something that could have faded out from child’s play to nothing at all. You ended even the thought of us.
— You were supposed to be the one that would never have a chance to hurt me. But you found a way. And just like that, you became like everyone else.