He went about doing the same things every day, visiting the only girl he'd ever loved's grave. He'd never been welcomed into her heart, she had loved another much more than he could ever understand. He did the same thing, at the same time, every day. He lived his life now like a broken record trapped in a loop, unable to process anything else.

He didn't want to accept she was gone, he didn't want to accept she only saw him as a friend. He wanted her to love him, he wanted to be loved by the one girl who made his heart beat how butterflies wings gracefully danced through the air. She was the only girl who he'd ever been attracted to even now after she was gone.