To the boy who will never love me back. Honestly, I do not remember when I fell for you. Yet I remember why. It was the little things. The light in your eyes when you spoke about something you invested yourself in. Your smooth laugh. Your adorable smile. Your curly hair. Your kindness and consideration, that sometimes goes unnoticed. Even small details like the little scar near your eyebrow. All the little things I saw sparked something in me, that just so happened to be the start of how I was falling for you. It seems superficial now that I think about it. How stupid I was to think I had a chance. Maybe I miss interpreted your actions, or maybe you just fell for another quicker than you could have with me. I saw it in your eyes when sitting in a group. The way you held the love for her in your eyes. The smile that broke out whenever she talked or how you would only look at her if she so much as uttered. I couldn't get a word in. The flirtatious remarks, back and forth, I didn't notice at first. It hurt my heart more than anything. Seeing how there was nothing but stars in your eyes as if her face was the night sky. When you love you would love with your whole heart.I remember how you broke your heart whenever rejected, but I wasn't as close then as now and yet I am still out of reach. I really thought maybe you could've given me a chance, but I forget. You have been falling for the girls who are stunning. You go for the sorta girls who deny their beauty even though they should know they have beauty that is doubtless. You go for the sorta girls...who aren't, well me. I guess it is my fault. I'm just not enough. I never have been, not for myself not for anyone. I should just stick to the sidelines, be the supportive role. I've read once that everyone is the main character of their own story. How am I the main character when all I do is try to make others happy? I keep my problems to myself and bottle everything up. I try to please everyone and end up getting burnt. Such is the life of a candle, lit only to eventually burn out and run out of light to give. So I understand why you wouldn't have chosen me because if I am honest I wouldn't even choose myself. However, likewise to you, my heart breaks because the person I have fallen for doesn't see me as I see them. They end up breaking your heart either without knowing or because they don't see you the way in the way you admire their qualities.
Written: 17/12/18
Finished at: 12:01 am
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