"I hate you, and at the same time I love you. That was the balance I lived with before saying goodbye.
I missed you for a long time. I wanted to be with you, wanted you to choose me. I wanted to be your world.
Today I'm different. Like I told you, I went looking for my own path in life. You disappointed me so many times. You told me what you did with others and not with me. You said you liked other people and not me, even though I made it painfully clear how much I liked you... and you made it just as clear how little I mattered to you.
You made me feel like a moth chasing light in the middle of an endless night. Insignificant. And even so, in my stupid way of thinking, I believed that one day you'd notice me. That you'd finally look my way.
My mind is a mess. My heart knows I like you, and that you like me too, but my mind screams the opposite. If you loved me so much, why were you always with other people?
I grew so strong that now I don't care about hurting anyone else... except you.
And yes, I still believe that one day we'll be together. If you want me to wait, I will. Other women don't matter to me.
You're exactly my type."
That's what he told me before the final goodbye.
*This is the English version of my story originally written in Spanish "¿Cómo superar algo que nunca se dio?"*
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What We Never Were
RomanceAn endless series of unanswered questions about the story of a girl and her best friend, a story that hurts, a story in which all the worst decisions were made by a teenager ...
