unconditionally perplexed | 1

xx.

while you were off with..

let's call him..

ulysses.

when you were off with ulysses,

i was with..

milo.

we sat together,

often talking about you.

i felt comfortable enough to tell him.

comfortable enough to tell him

about

my crush

on you.

"so.. you're bisexual?"

he asked me,

unsure of how to respond.

to be frank,

i wasn't either.

so i told him

"no."

when i told him,

i was surprised.

surprised by how easily i told him.

milo told me

the things he'd done

to win your love.

in his eyes,

at least.

his so-called

'acts of love'

were obnoxious pranks

being held by him

to get your attention.

and get your attention

they did.

but not

in the way

he expected.

they only made you

h a t e

him.

which was the

opposite

of what he was

trying

to do.

pity makes people weak,

or so i've been told.

i pitied

how

pathetic

and

lovesick

he looked

at the mention of your name.

but i was no better.

but at least

i

was better at

hiding

it,

daisy.

it hurts

a lot more

than it should.