You spent an hour telling me all about your feelings for her, how they’re back, how you so love her presence but can’t bring yourself to tell her, how it’s so impossible but you can’t stop thinking about her, can’t stop talking about her, can’t stop loving her.
I spent an hour not telling you I feel the same way about you.
One day, I will give up on you. One day, I will be strong enough to leave this relationship behind. One day, I’m going to find a man who doesn’t know any better than to love me more than anyone could ever believe. And then you will realise that my smile, my eyes, my laugh, they were all right. You will realise that I made you happy, and that I waited for you. You will come to the realisation that I was the right girl, and I will always be the right girl, and it will be at this point where I’m strong. It will be then that I’m strong enough to turn you down and make you feel every inch of pain I’ve felt over the past 2 years, and I won’t be sorry because I’ll finally be with the right guy, and for once I’ll be positive that the right guy isn’t you, and it never was.
She moved on, and
I feel sorry for you,
because she thought
you were the most amazing boy ever.
If she could have had any guy
in the world,
she still would have picked you.
Now, you’re just
another part of her past,
a memory more faded every day.
And someday, she’ll find the one
she deserves, and he will make her
the happiest girl in the world.