"Does it hurt, knowing that he doesn't feel the same?"
"Like hell. Do you wana know what unrequited love feels like?" she ask, then goes on waiting for an answer.
"It's looking into his beautiful brown eyes right as the sun hits them, and watching them melt into ocenas that you know you will never be able to see up close. It's brushing your arm againts his on accident and feeling chills run down your body as he feels nothing. It's feeling something you can't explain every time you see him, as he is not even giving you a second glance."
"But the wors part?" she chokes out, tears filling her throat.
"It's knowing that no matter how much you wanted him, he chose her, he chose her, he chose her."
- Excerpts of a book I will never write #208
YOU ARE READING
for him. ✔
De TodoFor all the boys I've been called 'Him.' These are poems and quotes from my fave writer to represent my feelings. For you.
