Wallflower

Part of me is so jealous of you.  Jealous that I can’t be as free or as unencumbered as you.  Jealous that I can’t go out and get all of the guys at the party to make a pass at me like they do at you.  Jealous that I can’t relax.  Jealous that I can’t live life for now, that I’m too afraid of the future.
But maybe you should be weary of the future.  Because if you snap out of this, and you probably will, you might be embarrassed of what you’ve done.  I’ll still be jealous that I never let myself go, because I love how free you are now.

-Anon.

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Your Friends Love You

He doesn’t love you.  At least not in the way you love him.  He’s told me.  He’s with you because he didn’t want to break your heart.  He knows you’re madly in love with him.  But you can’t make him love you the way you want him to.  He will break your heart.  Even if I wanted to tell you, you wouldn’t listen.  Right now, the two of you are together, and at you are the happiest I’ve ever known you to be.  And when it’s over, you’ll be broken hearted, and he’ll be relieved that he doesn’t have to pretend anymore.  I’m so sorry.  I’ll be there for you.

-Anon.

 

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