Him and I but never we

There are two boys I care about, eventought they don't.

Once uppon a time, I met a boy at summer. I was young I didn't know much about love but I slowly realised I feel something like that when I'm thinking about him. I was deeply in love with him. I tought he could never hurt me but he did it anyways and I can't hate him even now.

Once uppon another time I met a boy. We met in person just once but that was enough. I know he liked me so did I. He helped me stand up and let go people, he cared about me and maked me smile even when I didn't want to. Silly me, I tought I made him feel the same way. You guessed it right, I don't. He broke almost every contact and just disappear. The story not ends, we went to the same event and half an hour before a I wanted to leave we talked. At the and I cried in his arms. Happy moment, isn't it? Well it's not. Now he's happily laughing with the girl who broke his heart. Cheers