One Shots

Breaking Free

AN: Do not assume that this has something to do with anything going on in my life, or me personally. Do not assume that this is based on anything in real life, because it's not. Any relations to things living or dead is purely coincidental, blahblahblahcopyrightsstuff. Don't judge me. Carry on.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I've tried, honestly.

But I just can't.

I'll find myself repeatedly looking at you in person, even though I don't recall commanding my brain to do it.

I'll find myself reading our Facebook conversations, smiling at our jokes.

And I'll find myself lying awake at night, thinking about you. About your cute little smile, that contagious laugh of yours, and how easily you can make me smile.

And I hate it. I hate how weak you make me feel. How weak I actually am. How I can't move on.

Because what's the point? You've told me how you felt. How you didn't return my affections. How you still wanted to remain friends.

And I respect that. I don't even know why I thought I had a chance with you. What even is there to like about little old me? Nothing.

What makes it worse is the pain. Every time I see you, or even think about you, I'm constantly reminded of it. Of the heartache. But I plaster a smile on my face everyday, pretend like everything's fine everyday, and act like I'm completely alright, when inside I'm breaking.

And so I'm calling it there. No more liking. No more lovey thoughts. I'm pushing my feelings away for good. I can't deal with it anymore. I'm moving on.

...

But maybe. Just maybe. Every once, or twice in awhile, I'll look at back at you. Maybe once or twice, I'll reread our texts, and think of what could've been. And maybe once or twice...

I'll remember that I still like you.

AN:...plz don't judge me