I talk a lot about 'that moment of realization'. Whether it's finding out about his girlfriend or not getting a reply to a message. It's a harsh fragment of a second followed by an empty feeling in your stomach. It's coming in contact with the harsh reality you've avoided; to the person you love with all your heart, you are nothing more than another girl. That recognition I've come in contact with time after time, and honestly, I don't know why I'm still hoping.
