It kills me because I thought you were lonely just like me, I thought I could've been there for you, I wanted to be there for you. I want to be the only one you confide in, the only one who's shoulder you can cry on, the only one you love. I know it's selfish but it killed me when I saw you surrounded by people once the bell rung. I'm happy you aren't lonely, really, I am.
I'm selfish. I know that. But I love you and I can't tell you because I can't get over my own self hatred.
I'm afraid that if I show you who I am you'll hate me as much I hate myself. I don't want you to run away from me before I ever get a chance to make you mine.
I want to make you smile. I want to hold your hand and kiss your cheek. I want to hold you and fall asleep next to you.
I just have to accept the fact that you'll never be mine.
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Flower On The Sidewalk
Short Story"I hate you." "I love you..." "I hope you die!" "I am..." "Go to hell!" "I don't want to..." "...." "...."
