I was well aware and mentally prepared. Right from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew. I had a hunch that if I ever harbored feelings for you, I knew you wouldn’t feel the same way too.
They never do. So why should you?
And since I knew, I shouldn’t be feeling so blue. What could I do? I couldn’t force you to like me too. I shouldn’t be expecting anything new, because each time my heart beats, the person it beats for never beats for me too, they never do.
Maybe I had hoped that this time would be different. Maybe I secretly wished that you’d actually like me too, that this time would be different and new. I guess I proved myself right… that you wouldn’t like me too. Still, I felt a bit disappointed, and I asked myself that all too familiar question…
“why didn’t you like me too?”
It rings in my ears a couple times a day for several days or so, until I drain you out of my system and I stop daydreaming about you. And then I learn to forget about you… at least I try to, but some things will always remind me of you. And although you didn’t return my feelings, I knew I’d learn to accept that maybe I just wasn’t meant for you. Nonetheless I do not regret having had a crush on you, because you brought the element of fantasy and romance in my dull repetitive world, and it was fun while it lasted.
So I turned my back as you walked away. Another lost case. But I shall keep walking, until someone appears to be walking beside me, wanting to hold my hand.
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