So this is written if only to explain this change in direction the story is about to take.
Middle
So this is the point where I'm stuck. This is that ever defining climax that I didn't write about until just now. The sticky middle that I had to force myself to deal with. Despite my pleas and best efforts to keep my hopes up; I did. I cared for him in a way I hadn't cared for anyone else. He talked about our future and told me he loved me. But we never made it "official." I never assumed we were a couple because we never talked about. But that doesn't mean what happened next didn't hurt all the same.
I finally got up the courage to ask, what we were and if he ever planned on asking me out.
He told me that he had but not anymore. He felt weird about it all and thought we didn't act like a couple he wanted to be a part of. I asked if he wanted to end everything and he said no. He just kept telling me how he didn't want me to hate him.
The next day we ended it all after a fight. He got mad when I told him I'd avoid him because it hurt. We spent week avoiding each other all the way up to the last week of school.
Then he decided he wanted to make up. He came up to me on the last day and hugged me. "I don't care if you hate me. I'm going to miss you." I hugged him back and confessed that I didn't hate him. Later he asked me if I would walk with him at graduation. He explained he would miss me and he just wanted to do this with me. I said Yes like an idiot.
We were to graduate on a Sunday and the Friday before I found out the truth. A friend told me he had been talking to another girl the whole time. 8 months he had been with this girl doing everything with her that he had done with me. And chances are we weren't the only ones.
As we walked into graduation together the words trailed of my tongue. "I think you should know I'm done."
"What?"
"I'm done with this friendship. Done with everything. I'm done with you. And I feel sorry for the other girl."
He said nothing and we haven't spoke since.
I found out the next day he had went and gotten himself a real girlfriend. In my anger I told her the truth and she stayed with him anyway. Others repeated the same truth and she stuck with him anyway.
He lied, cheated, and manipulated. And he got away with all of it.
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The Collection of Shit About "Him"
PoetryIt's all true. It's happy at times but mostly sad.