[unimportant.]

17 0 0
                                    

I wanted her. I really wanted her. Not sexually, no. Just for her to be mine was all I asked for. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. She belonged to him, and I belonged to fate. My fate to end up alone. But oddly, I was okay with it; as long as she was happy. Her smile made everything okay. I wish she could see the way I looked at her. The way I dreamed about holding her in my arms. But again, she's in his arms. She doesn't even notice me. I don't matter to her. I wish she knew how she mattered to me. I can't even tell her. Rejection is something I can't handle, and if she rejected me, I would snap, just like a twig under a shoe. That's why I don't tell her. I'll drop hints, but never utter a word of how I feel. I'll sit and watch, acting like her best friend when I really want to be more. Some say I'm "friend zoned." There is no such thing. Just because I like her doesn't mean she's obligated to date me. But we can still be friends without everything going to hell. I just want to be near her, to even just talk to her. That's all I ask. I could talk about her for days on end, but that would bore everyone else. Maybe I should stop...

Unfair.Where stories live. Discover now