Stupid Feelings for Stupid Boys

Truth (E.M.)

I did it. I finally spit it out. It only took three years and you liking my friend to get to me to tell you. And now you know. You know exactly how I feel about you.

When I told you, I let you know that I didn't expect you to feel the same. I knew that you liked her and I didn't want to get in the way of that. I told you that all I wanted was your sincere friendship. I told you that I needed to know how you felt for me whether it be good or bad...I needed to know. And you told me. You told me that you only saw me as a friend, which I was expecting but it still stung to hear.

The funny thing is you said we were friends. You've never really treated me like a friend before. You've never shown the slightest interest in my life. You've never worried about me like a friend would. You've never even tried to talk to me as a friend before. We've never had an actual conversation before. Whenever I would try it would feel like you'd just want me to stop talking to you.

I figured that after I confessed things would change and you would treat me a little differently. But that never really happened. It still feels like you don't care. And I care so much. I want to be your friend and talk to you. I want you to feel like you can come to me. I want to be there for you, but I feel like you don't want me to.

You're right though. I shouldn't care about stupid stuff like my feelings. I shouldn't even think about it or you. So I won't...I'm done. I said how I feel and that'll be the end of it.