You realize you don't matter as much as you thought you did.
You believed yourself to be special to someone, but in the end you're not.
Their life goes on, without you playing any significant part of it.
You doubt they'd think of you much, if at all.
You can't talk to them, because you don't have a reason to.
It suddenly registers that they have a life too.
And you start doubting they understand you like you thought they would.
But they are special, different, and you know that they would understand.
You can't stand reading a single word they write.
But you keep reading, because you know.
You put them on a pedestal, but at the same time wishes nothing but for them to be just like you.
Yet, you feel disappointment when they are.
Because they're not supposed to be human like.
They're supposed to be broken yet whole in the most beautiful way.
Like the thoughts wrecking your brain when you're alone.
Like you know they can be.
But you can't tell them this, because in the end you doubt.
Doubt that they truly are the one you believed them to be.
You have been wrong before.
But you think it's real this time.
And it hurts.
YOU ARE READING
Because That's Life
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