Waste my time.

Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction. And what hurts the most was that I knew you meant no harm. I knew you were oblivious to how I was feeling. Which was why you carried on, because you fell for my fake smiles as I'd stare deeply into your eyes whilst telling you I was fine, knowing that if I did tell you the real reason for my tears our friendship would never be the same again. If only you knew how deeply I'd wish our relationship was more than just friendship. But you'd never want that. And everything always had to be about you.
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If I were to describe myself to you, all I could say was that I'm ordinary. I don't see myself as pretty nor ugly. I don't see myself as clever nor dumb. I don't see myself as exciting nor boring. I'm just...normal. In my eyes, nothing is special about me. But one day... that all changes by one photo.