04/01/2017
15:27
[Draft] So school started again today. Seeing you was easier than I thought it would be. It seems that over the last few months I have fallen into a routine. One that your text asking if we could start over didn't break. I know that I don't have the guts to face you, or pretend that everything is fine between us, so I take the easy way out. I pretend you don't exist. I look through you, not at you. When you start talking, I pretend I can't hear. When you come up to the person I am talking to, I walk away. Because seeing you hurts. It hurts and you don't seem to understand why. You don't seem to understand that all those months and years you spent "loving" me in secret has taken a toll. I understand that you wanted to keep what we had a secret, that it was something that the world didn't need to know. But for you to pretend that we weren't even friends in public, after everything I had given you...that hurt more than I can explain.
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Messages To The Boy I Used To Love
Short Story01/01/2017 00:03 [Draft] After all this time, I still love you. And I hate it. -------------------------------------------- A series of messages I never sent.
