He probably didn't know.
He probably didn't know I had a thing for him since 6th grade.
He probably didn't know I was head over heels for him before.
He probably didn't know I had my first heartbreak because of him. The second was from a douchebag I almost fell for.
He probably didn't know I was over him. For like, two or three years.
He probably didn't know that I tried my hardest to get over him and I succeeded.
He probably didn't know that.
And he probably wouldn't.
I was his forgotten friend.
A snobbed person.
A stepped on classmate.
A brokenhearted introvert.
I was a nobody to him.
And why would he even care?
And why should I care?
It's all in the past.
I don't want to reminisce and have a trip down memory lane, if it was all about him.
It'll only hurt.
And I don't wanna get hurt.
Maybe,
I should stop.
