surviving a one sided love story

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by tt10500

You called it a mistake. The love and feelings for him.

You would see photos of him and her often and you felt upset.

But through this mistake, someone showed up in your life. A guy.

You told yourself:

[ I'm never going to love again.

Love didn't exist.

Love was only in movies and books and it wasn't in real life.

Love was useless.

And that you didn't need love." ] 

But you couldn't help talking to him and sharing your interests.

You and him, talked for so long. You guys talked nearly every day, for months. You weren't even aware that hours had passed by and you guys were still non-stop talking. You probably weren't even aware that you were starting to develop feelings for him.

This guy whom you called "a great friend."

Was he only just "a friend"?

[...] 

Seconds turned to minutes, which turned to days, which turned to months. Every time he texted you, you felt pulsated. Every time you saw a notification, you hoped it was from him.

You didn't realise but you smiled so much whilst taking to him.

You asked the same question to yourself again. Why do you like him?

This time you knew the answer.

He was himself.

Don't be so rash, you thought. You couldn't help but think of your last experience.

Weeks flew by and you saw photos of your old crush and his girlfriend again. But for some reason, this time you didn't care and just continued scrolling down. All the feelings of hatred, sadness and foolishness disappeared. You didn't know why, but you couldn't care less.

He was asked: "What's your type?"

He responded with: "I don't have a type. If you like someone, you don't have 'a type.' That person, is your type.

The only person he looked at, was you. Only you.

[ I once loved.

I was hurt.

I could never see love the same way again.

But there's someone,

Maybe.

Who can help me see love the same way again,

And I hope that it's you. ]