The day after I gave him the letters we were talking. He was acting casual like it never happened. It was hard for me to do that but I tried my best. I tried not to bring it up despite the curiosity. All I could think was does he have any feelings for me at all? Is he even going to bring it up? Or ask any questions?
But no, he didn't care about hw fact that I gave him a letter containing my deepest emotions. He didn't care that I expressed myself in a way no one else has; to him anyway.
He didn't have feelings for me. He didn't bring it up. He didn't ask any questions. I mean, I guess I couldn't really blame him. He was lovestruck. He was really into his girlfriend despite how she treated him. It was really none of my business. He liked her, she liked him. They fought and argued. She made him feel like crap about himself. She made his insecurities worse.
But I guess that's the kind of relationship he wants. A relationship where every time you talk you argue. A relationship that goes downhill on a daily basis so he can be mature and try to work it out. Yet, he somehow still managed to portray himself as happy.
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I have not stopped loving him; but merely given up. Cole is happy with his girlfriend Leila. He doesn't want to lose her and I'm not going to be the one that hurts him. I'm still there when he needs me; although, it's not that often anymore. It's simply a fact that you are my love but I am not yours.
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The Truth About Love
Short StoryI love you - or ... I did. Then I snapped into reality and realized, it's over. It's all over. The dreams; The hopes; The fantasy. The love.
