had forced myself into thinking that maybe someday, it will happen. Maybe someday, you will look at me like you look at her. Someday, you will long to talk to me like I do. Someday, you’ll just call me to tell me that you miss me.
I just realized, that someday is never happening. Someday Never will you look at me like you look at her. Someday Never will you long to talk to me like I do.Someday Never will you call to tell me that you miss me.
I will always be some girl to laugh and joke about. My so called hope, just got thrown down the gutter. You know what the worst part of feeling this way is? You, being the closest to me, will never know how much I am hurting. Every time you ask me, ‘What’s wrong?’, my heart throbs. The words are at the edge of my lips, ‘you and me, never being an ‘US’, that’s what’s wrong’
I know Valentine’s like 2 weeks away, but the thought of it kills. I want to be dead that day.
You’ll take her on a date. Tell me how it was. I will see how happy you are with her. The again, sulk about not being her, feel horrible, probably stabbed myself with a knife at least 5 times in my head.
Why should I be sad?! You’re happy. With me, or without me, doesn’t matter. Would be so much better if it was with me, though. But .. life.
I give and you take. That’s how it’s always been.
I give you take,
Some things,
don’t ever change.
-Disha♥
