You looked me in the eyes,
And told me you loved me.
You held me hands and gave me roses.
As you were leaning in to kiss me,
Those 6 words...
"Will you be my girlfriend Olivia?"
You dropped my hands and looked at me disgusted.
According to you,
You loved me as a sister.
Your not gay after you have told me you are millions of times.
After being out to everyone but not your own best friend?
Oh right it's because I knew I would have made a move.
"Friends can hold hands,"
"Friends can send texts about wanting to fuck the other,"
"Friends can ask to make out and kiss each other,"
"Friends can send paragraphs that they love each other,"
I know that because you did all 4 but according to you, we were only ever friends.
It's my fault for asking you out after you send over one hundred messages asking to screw me.
Next thing I know when I go back to school in September almost everyone you know in our gade things I raped you because holding your hand and asking you out is S.A.
The last thing you did to me was "Go fuck yourself you depressed faggot "
Thanks a lot, Olivia.
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