"why then, if she's so perfect, do i still wish that it was you?"
sequel to 'diary of a wimpy kid'
in which she travels the world, just to get away from her heart break, and he loves someone else to get away from his.
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vinnie's point of view april 2nd, 2023
"babe, you've been pouting all night! come on, come dance with me," breanna whined and tugged on my arm for the 13th time tonight, making me shake my head yet again.
"i'm fine, bre. go, have fun, i just have a headache." i gave her a fake smile, and she just stared at me for a second before turning around and walking in the opposite direction.
can't she have a little grace? i've just seen the love of my life for the first time again, and i can't even say hello.
but then again, breanna doesn't know that, does she?
i wouldn't have come if i'd known she'd be here. the worst part is that she looks happier than she did before she left. her eyes shine a little brighter, her laugh lighting up the room.
something about her is missing though. i can't put my finger on it, but something just isn't there.
maybe i should just go say hi, welcome her back. would that be bad? i think it'd be the right thing to do. i mean, our last conversation ended on good terms. and she said she didn't remember the letter i regret sending, so maybe it wouldn't be awkward or anything.
god, that letter. what the hell possessed me to send it? i didn't mean it. or at least, not anymore. i think i meant it the day i wrote it. i think everything was too much, between the depression and having to talk to her when she wasn't mine anymore.
but, the second she stopped calling, that's when i realized i didn't mean it.
how can she not remember it, though? if she said those words to me, even just the first sentence, i'd think about it everyday. i don't think i'd be able to forget about it, even if i tried.
maybe that just proves that she doesn't care. maybe she never actually loved me.
that hurts to think about.
but, maybe it's for the best, to know that she never loved me. that means i never hurt her as much as i thought i did. it also means that our relationship didn't matter, it wasn't real. but i'd rather it not be real than end the way it did.
if she doesn't care, then i can talk to her without reminding her. i can say hello without pulling the trigger of memories in her mind. i can speak to the love of my life, because i'm not the love of hers.
suddenly my headache is gone, but as i think about it i'm realizing it was more of a heartache than anything.
i'm gonna say hi to her. i'm gonna touch her, even if it is just a shake of a hand.
