Something I wrote when some significant happened to me recently.
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He will not have me. He says he does, but he’s a bad liar. You can tell he’s lying when he doesn’t make eye contact, those luminous blue eyes unseen by me. I wish he would take me as his, but no, he has eyes only for her. That girl right beside me. The once who’s a little more outgoing than I am, a little more comfortable with guys, the one who isn’t too cowardly not to curse. The one who’s better than me by just that much. And it so happens she’s also the one who is already taken. Can’t he see he has no chance with her?
I cannot see how he will not love me instead, the one who is truly interested. Look at her, thin and perfect with her desirable flowing, red hair, but aren’t I equally as wonderful—or better—with my thick, silky brown hair and the blemish-free complexion that is enviable by many other girls? No, apparently not. According to him.
I’m not selfish. I’m really far from being selfish, but I long for the day when a guy will love me better than that girl over there, and perhaps I’ll be their true love. My only question is: Why can’t I be his? I’m the one that takes interest in his hobbies, I’m the one that tries and learns new things from him, and I’m the one that’s kinder to him. I’m the single girl, but he prefers the taken girl.
He must come to sense soon or else I shall reveal the harsh truth to him. It hurts too much to see him every day, to endure the painful ache of my lovesick heart as I watch him worship the girl right there. Right there beside me. So, tomorrow, I’m going to tell him the three most important rules about love. All boys and men, no matter his age, should know and abide by these three simple rules:
1) Never ever flirt in simple fun. You never know if the girl might fall for you or not.
2) It is useless to have feelings for a girl who already is happily boyfriend-ed.
3) Have you ever considered the other girl?
