What do you do when you like a guy, but you know it doesn't really matter? He doesn't like you. He likes someone else.
You want to get over it, forget about it. But, you can't. The subject is always brought up somehow. Everywhere you go. It's all that anyone ever talks about. Even when they're not talking about him, everything reminds you of him. Everything.
It's not a little crush anymore. It never was. He's all you think about now. Day in, day out. Day and night. When you're awake and asleep. Sleep doesn't stop the thoughts. Nothing does.
He's taking over you. How you act, how you think, how you live.
Sometimes, you just want to let go of it, get over it. Other times, you don't. You want to cry and cry until it's all over. Until you've drowned the world in your sorrow.
You look at people everywhere, silently mocking you. Everyone acts as though nothing's wrong. But, you don't understand. How can they be so happy? Not a care in the world. You suddenly remember those good days in elementary school, when you were younger. When boys had "cooties".
Now, you couldn't care if he had cooties or germs or a deadly disease. He was perfect.
But, what would happen if you decided you could confide in a few close friends? Rumors go around and around. Your reputation is ruined. But, you could care less. As long as he doesn't find out. No. He can't find out.
I walked into school that morning, feeling pathetic. The weekend hadn't done anything except remind me of what a loser I was. I had sat at home, doing nothing but feeling sorry for myself, lounging in my bed, and watching television. If I wasn't heartbroken, that would have been the ideal weekend.
"Hey, retard!" my friend, Payton, yelled down the hallway. Just her way of telling me that she missed me. But, what's to miss?
"Hey," I replied. I guess she could tell that I'm still unhappy.
"Will you just STOP moping? OMG, what is your problem? Just get over it. If he can't see what's right in front of him, he's not worth it," she consoles me.
"I... just can't. It's so hard," I answer sadly. "Ugh! Why is it so hard to let go of someone you never had a chance with?"
"You really need to stop being like that. You're so pessimistic. Be happy! Like me! He's a l-o-s-e-r!" Payton spells it out for me.
"Not helping," I tell her. "He's not a loser. He's... amazing." I act like I'm listening to her, but I'm not. I'm looking for him. But, I don't see him. "Where is he?" I accidentally ask myself out loud.
"You're not even listening to me? I'm trying to be a good friend by making you feel better, but you're not listening? You're looking for THAT idiot?" She's really upset now. This is her one chance to help me and I'm not listening. Mostly because she's not doing a good job of it, but... she's trying. She's usually the one with the problems that I fix. For once, it's not like that.
"I'm sorry," I apologize. "I just-."
"Save it," she replies, angrily. "We need to get to class."
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