Today I went to James' house, I love the immediate scent of salt air as I walk into his house beside the beach, the slight rust forming around his door, the wooden floors in his room, the cluttered posters on the wall the random objects his has dotted around his room because he says they have "emotional value" I love the way his eyes light up when he's talking about something he's passionate about and the way his hair looks when he hasn't brushed it yet, in fact, I love all of him I have always loved James for as long as I remember.
I remember us as kids holding hands and promising to get married one day, and I know we were just kids and that none of that was real, but I try to give myself false hope that maybe one day he will love me.
I have never felt truly loved by someone in a way the people in romance novels I read love one another. Of course, I have had stupid boyfriends but they didn't really care about me they just wanted to get with me because they thought I was "easy" or "pretty" they never took time to truly know me, and love me and sometimes when I see James' eyes gaze into mine I get a flicker of hope that maybe he loves me too, but deep down I know he doesn't I have seen the way he looks at Betty and the way he smiles so hard his dimples show when he sees her, I know he could never truly love me as anything more than a friend but it doesn't hurt to hope, wanting is enough for me and hope gets me through things the hope that something will happen even though it likely won't. living for the hope of it all.
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A folklore love triangle
DragosteMy interpretation of the Betty Augustine and James love triangle All credits go to Taylor and her songs Cardigan, Betty and August
