We dated for a while. I was happy and I truly cared about him. It would've worked out if he cared about me. He didn't, obviously. It started when he stopped talking to me as often as he used to. He would just glance at me and go back to what he was doing, and if I came near him, he walked away.
I began to get absorbed in our relationship, I didn't practice anymore. So there went my music. I didn't visit the airport anymore. So there went one dream. No more visits to the aquarium either. My last dream, scrapped and tossed.
I would spend hours texting him, he would never respond.
Eventually I cornered him in a hallway.
"Hey, what the heck is up with you? Why are you acting like I don't exist anymore?" I asked him.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled.
"What the hell do you mean? I thought we had something special, Jason. I really did," I said, forcing myself to keep it together.
"Look, Hailey, I liked you... but... well, I met this other girl. And... she's well, better than you," he said. (Worst thing he could've said)
What? I was expecting a "not ready for the commitment" or even a "Sorry, I'm gay" but never would I ever expect that.
"Better than me? And you wait until now to tell me?" I said so quietly I could barely hear myself.
"I... I didn't think you actually thought we'd be you know... serious," he mumbled.
"I did! I gave up everything I loved for you! And now you're just going to say I'm not, what? Up to your f***ing standards?" I shouted. He didn't say anything. I took a deep breath, turned my back and walked away.
When I got home I ran to my room and cried my eyes out. Looking back on it, I shouldn't have given him a second thought. But... old me thought it was something getting upset over.
You know... I like you. You listen to what I have to say. Which is loads more than what Jason ever did. Just... well, I guess... thanks for listening.
Ok... don't know if I've mentioned this before but pretend you're an guy if you're a girl. Alright?
~ Olive
YOU ARE READING
When You Need Me
RomanceI've never met you and you've never met me. To you, I'm just some words on a screen. To me, you're just another figment of my imagination. But the way I think you are, is special. So I'll tell you about myself if you care to know.
