Loving you is not enough. It’s better than not having you in my life at all, I suppose…

 I remember what you did to me at school yesterday. The same exact thing you’ve been doing to me every time I’ve tried a feeble attempt to grasp your attention. I know you’ve been avoiding me.

 I remember nudging your shoulder in the hall. You smiled airily, and glancing away, quickly walked away in the other direction, towards your waiting friends. Who needs me when you’ve got them, right? I could tell that wasn’t your real smile anyway.