Unsent Messages

I’ve moved on. At least that’s what i like to tell myself. Everything reminds me of you. The time we had... and what we could’ve been. You were the best one out of all of them, my first love. Oh I knew you were too good to be true, but I got carried away. Being with you was like walking on cloud nine. I thought about how we would have a love that’s patient, slow but sure, a love that’s worth it. But, I don’t belong in that genre. You know in movies where... the main male protagonist have this undying love for a certain girl, where he would do anything to be with her and she doesn’t even have to do anything. Well, that’s not me, and i’m used to that. But you made me feel like that girl. I knew it wasn’t real. I knew it the moment I saw you look at her as if she’s the only girl in the world, the way you talk about her as if she’s all you think about.. and all I could do was let it happen, what could I do anyways? Tell you about what I felt? and If I did, would you have listened? You wouldn’t. Because I wasn’t important to you— not as much as her. I was a background character in your life. A childhood friend. Nothing more than that. All I did was listen, listen, and listen to you talk about her and during those times I was imagining a future with you. She is so beautiful, and so strong that it feels wrong to hate her. I was stupid, wasn’t I? Yeah, haha.