♥︎Jade's POV♥︎
"Did you ever love me?" He asked, with a slight hurt tone in his deep accent. "Why? Why do you ask that?" I ask, genuinely confused by his question.
Why would he think I had never loved him? Have I not proved it enough for him to believe me? "Because, it seems so... Easy for you," he says, gently shaking his head.
"It's not 'easy' for me. I'm just doing what's best for the both of us," I reply back with. "I know, I want what's best for us too, but; it just seems like you can just let go of me so freely. Like the feelings you had for me weren't confirmed." He states, hurt and somewhat confused.
"It's not that, I don't think I can ever let go of you. But sometimes even when you love someone with all of your heart, it doesn't work out. Someone or everyone involved and around you will get hurt. I don't want that, especially since you have an important job you need to do," I say, holding back the tears I have been wanting to release for the last hour.
"But should we? Should we really not give it another go?" He asks, looking at me with glossy baby blue eyes. "Andrew, I think it's mostly best for you to not get into a relationship with me. We'll just fight all the time, like you said, we have been together less than forty-eight hours and we had more than three fights. Do you really want that for the rest of your life?"
He looks down, obviously defeated by my clear statement. "We can still stay on a friendly relationship if you'd like," I quickly say, noticing his sad composer.
He looks up slightly, "I would like that," he smiles sadly. "Well, since we got that over with, what are you going to do? Do you want me to walk you back-" "No I can walk by myself, thanks though," he says getting up and leaving my apartment quicker than I expected.
As soon as he leaves, I collapse. The one guy I really did love, just walked away. Left to go back to the wonderful life in LA.
It's happening, again. This always happens, I just don't understand. I don't even know what my feelings are anymore. Everything right now, at this very moment, just seems like a blur.
I don't know what to do, everything feels empty. In other people's perspective, I might be exaggerating. But this is how it really feels.
I don't know how I managed to keep such an emotionless face and tone, it was so easy to be like that. That was probably because I've been doing that for five years now.
May be I really did love him, or I just completely think of him as one of those guys I liked. Though I would much rather the second scenario, it would be much more easier than loving someone who just left you - again to be exact.
So I will do just that. I will try my absolute hardest to get over my sappy feelings over him. I'm sick and tired of people walking out on me. It's happened when I was a child, to when I was a teenager, to now.
It's just both mentally and physically tiring for me to go through it again. He made it seem so easy to walk out like that, and most likely never coming back.
I utterly regret ever meeting him in sixth grade. I wish I had never dropped my binder on his foot. I wish I had never looked up and would've just picked it up and walked away. Why didn't I do that? My life would've been so much easier if I had.
♥︎Andy's POV♥︎
I walked slowly on the cracked pavement. Thinking about her. I don't understand why we can't stop fighting all the time.
She made it seem like she didn't care about anything about it, she seemed emotionless. Just blank and bare.
I do love her, I wish I didn't though. It would've been better, for the both of us. I still want us to be those goofy dorks back in middle school again. I want to be laughing like I have never before just listening to her cheesy jokes.
I wish it would be all normal. I want to love her, but at the same time, I don't. She was right about it being better for the both of us if we're separate, but she was also wrong.
I want to wake up to her sleeping form right beside of me. I want to come home and hug her. I want to steal little kisses at the most random times. I want to have romantic dinners and dates. But I know can't.
I have to move on. I have a band and the most amazing fanbase to get back to. I can't throw all of that away just because I can't get the girl I want.
That would be childish and selfish. I can't let my ego get the best of me. I have a life I need to start thinking more about it instead of lingering in the past.
I plan on getting over this sappy crap and getting a move on in my life.
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