You never gave me a chance. She was exactly like me. Yet you gave her two chances. What did she have? Was I not enough? Was I that unappealing? Why bother reaching out to me? Well you never really did but just seeing you smile made my day. Your existence gave me hope. How unfair to think I stood a chance. I love being in the same class as you. I hate being fooled by your smile. It would be best to keep our distance. And just like that, high school started. You went to another school. Yet I knew about you and her. She told me. She showed me. She broke up with you. It took a year apart to finally forget you. Occasionally remembering you. Then again I saw you through her stories. How you called her "my love", how you woke up earlier than you usually do just to greet her with "good morning". I saw you both online, probably on call, your dates. Then again why did I care? Another year passed. She texts me. You've broken up. How funny. Why do you tease me so. Why are you following me now? What prevented you from doing so before? Was I a threat to your relationship? Why now? Am I a possible replacement for you? I follow you back. Nothing more. Just like it's always been from you. Nothing at all. Just hoping and imaging what could've been.
