Then that one Friday came. He called me beautiful again. But I didn't know it was for the last time.
Then we didn't chat for the weekend. And I got tired of all that bullshit. I asked him what's wrong. Why we don't chat that much. But I knew the answer really well. I didn't text him that much as I always did. So the chat was really dry. Because he never texted or asked something first. He just went along with what I was saying. When I stopped giving that much attention, the chat started to die. That's why. Seems like he didn't realise it.
I thought that I didn't have anything to lose. My last message for him was:
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After that I went to sleep, because it was pretty late and I didn't want to argue more. When I woke up I saw a snap for him, but I didn't open. I couldn't. Half of a day passed by and it was music lesson. I went to the toilet to see what he wrote. And you know what was it?
"I liked you too. I don't know what happened."
I don't even know how should I describe how I felt then. Sad. Amused. Betrayed. Angry. But I actually saw that coming. And it was that time when I thought that it'll all turn out good. I had actually fell for him. But I got over him soon. And I'm proud of myself for that. I have to say, he still sends me streaks and every time I see the notification, I hope that he'll ask something like How am I doing or at least would say a simple hi, but every time it is those damn streaks.
