Dear Andy,
When you closed the door, you made sure no window was open too. It ended before it could actually begin.After a few weeks or so, I heard you like someone else. You adore her smile and stare at her with more intention than me. Sometimes I wish I was her. That I have small feline eyes, a slim built and a big smile. I'd trade off who I am just to be who she is.
I forced myself to be happy for you. I prayed you'll be loved in return. That you would'nt get hurt. That only the best comes in your life and nothing less. Life went on but not for me. Fate has funny ways of reminding me constantly of my unfinished business with you.
After so many months, I got a call from a really close friend. I received the most unbelievable news about you. I never would have thought you'd end up in pageants. The world is going to see how amazing you are. I won't be the only fish in the sea.
The next day, I felt so bad. I went to work sick to the bone. That's not the worst though, your girl was there, sitting so prim and proper. Being everything I could never be. She stood and went my way and I could feel bile rising from my guts. This girl was yours. What could she have that you never saw in me?
The longer she was near me, the sicker I got. I ran to the comfort room and rid my system of all the butterflies inside me. They were there for us. Now, I want them gone.
Grace❤
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