Unrequited

For what reason do we generally go for what is awful for us?

He was resolved not to ever love on the grounds that He’s been hurt severally

It was excessively clear she adored him yet he couldn’t reciprocate

She never requested much since she would not like to hurt herself

She called regularly however she was disregarded

He constantly found a reason to keep her far off

She gave him most of her attention

She smiled so sweetly and he chose it was so long he had intercourse and she could be the one

She was brilliant and had a great deal of things to say yet most occasions he wasn’t intrigued

She jabbered about her fizzled love life, yet regardless she had the heart to love

He laughed heartedly at her jokes, she was funny

She at last said those words he feared

“I love you”

He didn’t see the need to make her feel less cherished so he assumed the part of responding her love

She never felt the way her heart should

She was frightened to voice how she felt

She trusted he would acknowledge how lovely her heart was

He flirted with other girls and assumed she did the same

He used her stories to form his opinion about her

She proceeded onward taking each drop of affection she gave

He realized his days were boring

He didn’t laugh genuinely any longer

She never called

He missed her to such an extent

He had other people to spend his time with but it was different

They weren’t her

She looked happy. She always did

She appeared as though she never loved him. Deep down his heart he knew she could bite the dust for him

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It was over a year

He knew he loved her

He IM’ed her, she acted like nothing at any point happened

He was eager to make up for each wrong

She said abandoning him was the best vengeance she at any point got from being infatuated

The lover-boy was left in a greater heartbreak than he at any point felt.