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False hope

The feeling of the excitement and happiness only to watch it all go away.

Standing there with people walking all around me. The street felt crowded and my heart was beating out of my chest and I felt as though everyone's stares were burning through my skin. Every little bit of eye contact I had with these strangers felt like agony to my head as I wondered where he was. It's been 30 minutes and he hasn't messaged, instead I just saw a 'read at 03:30' message instead. This was fine I can wait longer.

A few more minutes passed by and I got myself a drink and walked back hoping he was the one now waiting for me. When the spot was empty I found myself filling it with my now more anxious posture. I sipped my drink and waited longer for the moment my eyes would meet his instead of the judgemental ones I received from passerby's.

The anxiety swept over me and I took out my phone in hopes to make myself look busy. I messaged again but this time...

'Pending'

What? Did he block me?
I checked my alt account only to find he had posted that he was at a park with his girlfriend. My heart sank into my chest as I found my eyes reading the words over and over again, the overwhelming urge to cry creeping up on me but I refused to in such a public space. I clutched my phone, scanning the same thing over and over. He told me he loved me. He told me I meant so much to him. Who was this girl?

The more I thought of it, the more pressure I felt on my chest as I leaned up from my slouch. Guess that was another guy who decided I just wasn't good enough for him, but I wasn't going to stay any longer. I threw the keychain I had brought for him in the bin, it's metal sheen now coated in my drink that I threw with it. Walking home I felt every step get heavier and my knees weaker.

I wanted to break down so bad as I reached my door step, finding it crushing to have to face my mother and tell her it happened again. This time though, I didn't. I just walked quietly up to my room and closed the door. As the door closed I felt myself burst into tears, crying as quietly as I could into my pillow, all the things he'd told me were lies, all just a plain fantasy that would never have a happily ever after.

My heart shattered as I saw a note on the bed, 'my dear, I know things didn't go well, I saw you walking home. Don't worry. I'm going to buy you a new warm blanket and some snacks. Love, momma bear, <3'.
And that was it, I couldn't stop myself from crying, each stare, each judgmental look, everything flooded into my mind and it was all I could think about and with each of the replaying moments, my sobs grew and nothing could hide the shame I felt.

Was i really so unlovable?