To B,

We started talking again and acted as close friends again.

I was fine with that, I was happy that we were friends once again but I could notice that you talked differently too.

"Hey, your handwriting looks pretty." I told one of our friends.

"You're prettier." You said and I can't help but feel my cheeks blush, it was tainted with red and they can't help but notice the color.

I hate myself for tolerating you, I hate myself for being so attached to you that I let you do whatever you wanted to do. I hate myself for falling again.

It was a series of events, we were so close again and we would talk about everything again. Everyone thought that we were together, everyone thought that we both had feelings for each other but we little did they know that it was just me.

In this game to play, it was just me.