I thought I would feel better after a good night's sleep but, I don't.
I'm not really angry, it's more like I feel empty.
I'm probably not right about this but, I feel like the also ran.
I'm never the reckless one, the desired one. I feel like a good cry might help
but, I never seem to be able to cry, must be a butch thing(lol).
I can't help but, feel that she's right it's her life, her prerogative.
Where am I in all this?
I don't think it's about love I think it's about pride.
Pride sucks it keeps you lonely. Nobody warms your bed at night when you have pride.
Maybe I could have grown to love her and maybe, she could have become the one.
As it is now she never will and I may have blown a friendship by attaching too much
importance to something that was budding. I nipped it in the bud, or rather she did
that may turn out to be for the best.
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