My life is such a good angsty book. I bought her a bouquet, chocolate, a plushie, and a book and a letter too. Cuz i know she loves all those corny, hopeless romantic stuff. I had to go through cold rain on my motorcycle to surprise her with those gifts at her house only to find out from her mother that she isn't at home. I said okay and gave those gifts to her mother. Later, when i opened my insta, i saw her story & she was on a date w a guy. She never told me anything about that guy. That guy gave her better & more expensive presents than me. Well, not that me and her in a relationship, she can date anyone she wants, but i really thought we had something more than friends. All those hints, all those clinginess, all those loving stares. Maybe it was only me that thought we had something. I hope she is happy with him, im so done spoiling her with my affection. She never returns em even as a friend. Well, i cant really blame her, she never asked for those gifts and affection, it was all on me and my hopeless ass.