Heartbreak Weather | ✓

♡༉ w.

- ˏˋ ✎ ˊˎ -

You told me things no one else knew and that made me feel special, really special.

I was extra soft when it came to you. I didn't know how and why but I was becoming soft, more girly. It took me a long time to understand that I was trying to become the type of girl you were into.

I tried to be cuter and girlish and softer and most of all, I stopped my heavy socializing and partying and flirting, just so I could be the type of girl you would want. I understood it way later, I noticed the changes way later.

And when you kept sending me mixed signals, I decided to branch out and start socializing again. I couldn't lose myself in the process of having you. I tried to make myself understand that you weren't everything I needed, you weren't.

So in the park, I met this amazing guy, Eli & even though our initial vibes were absolutely opposite, we kind of hit it off. He seemed very reserved and mysterious, but not in that cliché bad boy type. He seemed intimidating, yes, but there was something about him that made me feel like we had the potential of being good buddies.

And slowly, Eli started to open up, little by little. Very little, actually. But it was so good spending time with him, he didn't judge me about anything. He listened to me whenever needed and most importantly he stood out to be the friend I needed during those rough times.

Kaleb was just too mad at you to listen to anything about you. And Kaleb was mad at me too, because all of my attention was on you.

I started spending time with Eli, the asterophilic boy who proved to be the fresh breath of air for me. It was good, listening to him and talking with him distracted me, and soon he started growing up on me.

You did not like that.

You never gave me any reason for your sudden dislike towards Eli. You said that we didn't spend as much time together like we used to, probably because of Eli.

I denied it. I tried to explain how I was just making another friend and we shouldn't be spending all day, all night long with each other because it didn't allow us, or at least me to pay attention to my other friends.

You tried to prove how you weren't just another friend. You said a lot of things, you threw a fit. A possessive fit.

And then you asked me if I still had feelings for you. I bit on my tongue, lying blatantly about how the feelings for you just naturally faded away.

You gave me a long, sad look. You told me how that statement of mine hurt you and how you thought you were special to me. You told me how you thought that you weren't like those other guys I flirted with and forgot the other day.

You told me that on the way you had caught feelings for me too, but they were probably not of any worth anymore. And with one of the most pained looks on your face I had ever seen, you walked away before I could say anything else.

The small sound of another crack being added to my glass heart, rung in my ears for that whole night.

- ˏˋ ✎ ˊˎ -