Seeing you with that guy was the biggest slap in the face.

How happy and contented your face looked as you pose for a photo, putting a soft kiss on his cheek.

And after all this time I thought I had moved on.

We still liked each other’s Instagram photos.

Still saying good luck when the other just started work.

You do know that I meant it when I said I liked you, right?

Time difference was the biggest intrusion for me.

I woke up and you were just starting to fall asleep.

As far as I wanted to make you feel important at those times, all I could do was greet you good morning or bid you goodnight.

Our talks were always asking each other how are you, all the simple things as such.

You always welcomed my attempts at sweet gestures, my words.

But I knew it would stay in the depths of friendship.

How I hoped it would go further.

But as days came it became clear to me how you’re like that with everyone.

How sweet you were. How nice you treated all of those people who gave you the same attention I was trying to provide.

Then I knew I had to stop.

Because not only was it impossible since you were thousands of miles away from me.

But also because I knew I’d never have a chance.

I was selfish.

I wanted to be the only one on the receiving end.

Months passed and I thought I was finally okay. To find someone else or anything like that.

Then you post that goddamned picture,

And suddenly, everything came flooding back.

The feelings, the words, the nostalgia.

Now I feel so ed up.