I had to, I was worried.
It had just become my number one priority.
Sometimes I was really confused on how or if I should even do it.
So instead of complaining I had something to think about something that was real instead of an"if".
But at the same time I was worried about the consequences and how he would react.
Would it be a good thing? A bad thing?
I guess I'll never know considering I never did it.
I decided that I was going to be a far off observer. Not in a creepy kind of way. But a more subtle way.
I loved seeing him every day.
It made me happy, something I hadn't felt for a long time.
Happiness was a rare emotion for me to feel.
And for a long time I hadn't felt anything. But that changed when I met wonderful people who understood what I was going through. They helped me, with everything.
At the time where I was going through all of that I was still wondering whether I should tell him or not.
I ended up not telling him... obviously. And I'm happy about it.
I didn't want to tell him. I decided that.
Me. That was my decision.
I will go on pretending that I don't love you, even though I do.
And I will never stop.
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(A/n) This is something that I thought would be interesting. When I have a crush I have 0% chance with them.... Because they are always fictional. I cannot remember the last crush I had that was on a real life person. JK. That's a lie. But it was only because he had really pretty blue eyes. It's like a grey-ish blue. So yup.
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Mysterious
PoetryLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
