Loving someone who doesn't know you exist is tiring. Exhausting, even. It's hopeless. Mulling over the fact that realistically you have no chance with them is upsetting, tainting, and whatever else you can say to describe that agony, yet you still conspire and hope that one day, that'll all change. It's like what Adele said; "Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements"? Scrolling through their following list and wincing every time you see a girl's account, even though you can't even see your own. Seeing girls comment on his pictures and compliment him. It leaves you feeling.. betrayed. Betrayed by someone who doesn't even know you well enough to carry out a betrayal like such. It's hopeless. I don't want to keep chasing pavements. I want him to chase me, I want him to stop me from chasing pavements once and for all.
My legs hurt from all this running and chasing.
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Random"You showed me colours you know I can't see with anyone else" (this isn't a story i just made this so it wouldn't take up storage in my notes x)
