It felt amazing. Just us two spending time together in that room. Being goofy and just being kids. If was fun. And when we just sat down and layed there on the floor, talking, I was really happy. How the music would turn to the perfect song, and we’d just look at each other and laugh. How when the Katy Perry song filled the room, it was just too perfect and coincidental to not laugh at. And I loved how everytime our fingers touched, or our legs touched, or you stroked my arm, I was so excited. I wanted more. I wanted to kiss you. But of course I was too scared. Too shy. Too nervous.
I see your hesitation. I see all the little details that hurt me. Like how everytime we somehow ended up holding hands, you’d pull away. Like how when we got down to almost saying it, you changed the subject.
And then the spell over us, in that room all alone, was broken. We had to leave. And when we got out, he was there. The one you’re going to be with. The one who likes and you like him, and you can be together without complication. There was no jealousy in me. Just hurt. Just realization that everything in my head is simply that. In my head where it will stay. I hated him at that moment. And when you said bye to me, he was there with you.
The spell over us was broken, and now I’m left in pieces.
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