What are we supposed to be? Were we supposed to be friends all along? Were we supposed to be something at all? Were you suppose to break my heart? Were you suppose to cheer me up at all? Was this a plan? Did it work?
All those questions were up on my mind all night whenever I thought about you. If we were supposed to be friends all along, why play liking me? Why even bother not telling people to stop teasing us? Why do you keep my hopes up high?
If we were suppose to be something, why bother not trying? Why didnt you asked me that single question or even tell me your feelings? Why didnt you take the next step? Why did you follow other people opinions? Why aren't we together? Why can't we be?
Please YOU, Answer me. I need an answer.
Because Im silently, quietly, hoping you'll end up with me..
YOU ARE READING
To the guy who's STUCK on my mind.
Ficção AdolescenteThese are letters to the person whom crushed, broke, and honestly owes my heart and mind. We weren't together, we weren't an official, "THING." To HIM/HE, you broke my heart. Why did you slapped my heart right down to the ground. How could you? Gra...
