Excerpts from stories I'll never write

One

You were my 1 am thoughts and all I was to you was a friend. 

I remember you would tell me how much you wanted a girl who loved you for you and inside I was screaming, telling you that that girl was me, but instead I told you that she's out there somewhere and good things come to those who wait. 

And every once in a while, you'd flirt. You'd tell me I was beautiful and that you love me. 

So are you done? 

Are you done playing with my feelings because someone else played with yours?

Because I know it hurts, and I know that misery loves company, but I'm dreaming of a world of fantasy that's turning into a nightmare with you. 

I'm trying to stop falling in love with you but I can't.

So are you done?