It's all about Her

The Wrong Person...

After that event, everything changed.

The excitement disappeared.

The thrill I once felt whenever I saw you faded into something darker, something painful.

I started hating watching you, hating the sight of you.

Just imagine how much anger it takes to despise someone you admired for nearly two years.

I hated coming to school because every time I saw your face, I had to confront the fact that you belonged to someone else.

You made me cry.

You made me sad.

You made me question my worth.

And yet, whenever I saw you, it still felt like you should have been mine.

But I had to remind myself, again and again, that you weren't.

You belonged to someone else, and that truth shattered me every single time.

I was vulnerable then, so vulnerable that I wanted nothing more than to cry in front of you.

I wanted to ask you, " Couldn't you have waited just a little longer? "

Yes, you heard it right.

I wanted to break down and confess my love for you, while the tears streamed down my face.

Because deep down, I knew I was still the same shy person, the one who used to watch you from a distance, hiding how much I loved you.

I was so good at keeping it all inside that no one ever noticed.

But let's be clear, it wasn't your fault.

It was mine.

I was the one who waited too long, who held onto hope when I should've let go.

You had your own choices, your own free will.

You had the right to say yes to whoever you wanted.

But knowing that didn't make it any less painful.

You made everything worse.

You destroyed my peace of mind. You made me question everything about myself.

"You made me the wrong person."

In searching for you, I lost a part of me, maybe the best part.

After that day, I became someone I don't recognize anymore.

I wasn't like this before.

I was stubborn, but I wasn't short-tempered.

"You made me that."

I was never this rude, never this cold.

"You made me that too."

So thank you.

Thank you for ruining me.

Thank you for making it so painful.

Thank you for never giving me hope.

Thank you for making me this vulnerable.

Thank you for making me the wrong person.

Thank you for never complicating things with empty promises.

Thank you for turning me into someone I don't even recognize anymore.

Because that's exactly what you did.

You made me someone I never wanted to be.

You took the best parts of me and left me with nothing but this anger, this emptiness.

And that's why I say, you made me the wrong person...