Second chances? Try many chances. (Pt.2)
Things changed at the end of sophomore year.
As I had mentioned previously, we were friends.
I had deep deep feelings for you, of course you didn't know.
The school year was coming to an end and we grew closer.
I guess you can say you were my best friend.
My sweet fifteen came around and I was so excited to invite you along with my other friends.
That day eventually came and it was amazing, it got even better when you arrived.
I was practicing my waltz with my court in the parking lot.
As you slowly approached me, I couldn't help but run to you and hug you.
I hadn't seen you in a few days but back then it felt like weeks.
I thought you loved me.
Instead you proved my worst fear, my fear of not being enough for you.
For two years we were on and off because you could never decide what you wanted.
I could never decide if you didn't know what you wanted in general or you just didn't know what you wanted with me.
Eventually you gave me that answer when you left me for one of my closest friends.
That shit hurt me and it fucked me up bad.
Part of me still wonders till this day why I gave you so many damn chances only for you to constantly screw me over.
I guess I was too stubborn to accept the fact that we were toxic for one another.
I'm thankful that I learned from this, I'm in a better place without you in my life.
