We've already talked about "Us" over and over. You have already stated that there never was and never will be an "Us". You love her. You always have. I knew that already. I knew it. It didn't make it hurt any less though. It made it hurt more. We are so close. I was always there for you in everything. We held each other together in our darkest times even if you didn't know you were holding me together with just your existence. I was your glue in all your hard times. I sat and listened to you cry. I sat and listened to you complain. I listened to your life story, but what do you know about mine? Did you listen to me? When I talked did it reach you? When I cried did you hear it in your heart? Could you tell when I wasn't myself? No, you didn't. You only saw and heard her. Your one and only. How I wished it could be me. How I wished you could see me too. You only see me when you need advice. You only see me when you need comfort. You only see me when my heart becomes your punching bag. You know how I feel for you. I told you already. You said I'd always be special to you but not in that way. You disregarded my feelings and we continued like nothing happened. No distance was out between us. Nothing got awkward for you. You continued to rest your head on my shoulder like it didnt make my heart race. You continued to ask me for a "girls" opinion to improve your relationship. I was your rock. I kept you down to earth when you wanted to float off into the clouds, yet I was in a hard place. You see, the thing about being someone's rock is that you can't leave them so easily. If you leave and they fall apart, you feel guilty. So you stay and get stuck there between the hard place. I always wondered how he could do that to me. His "Best Friend" someone who he said he cherished with everything in him. Someone he said he would never let go of. At least he kept that promise of never letting go but that promise is a curse. Its tortureous. I'm nothing. Nothing but his rock between the hard place. I'm his shield from evil. I take on all his pain and evilness for him. It's so much to bare. It closes in the space between the boulder I am holding in place to keep him grounded and the hard place that limits my movement. Its sufforcating. It's time to let it go. time to let him go, but I don't know how. Tell me how! I love him. God I love him. But I'm nothing to him. He has forgotten me. Nothing but his rock between the hard place.
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Sad Imagines
Non-FictionI just write these to let out the inner pain I keep held in sometimes.