She beat me to it again. That’s what always happens. I’m always one slowest to realizing what I truly feel.

Or is it that I’m just jealous of her that I’ve come to like you?

I miss you. Why’d you have to go to a different school?

But then again. I’m thankful, this gives me more room to get over you.

But when I do see you when we’re with her, everyone’s cheering you on with her.

Everyone supports her. You’ve rejected her indirectly so many times, they pity her.

They want her to be happy, so people force it upon you to make her happy. 

And I have to be one of them.

I know you don’t like her.

I know.

I know you too well.

But she likes you so much. So much. She’s exactly like me, she covers up her feelings.

She pretends to hate you when she likes you. 

She pretends to not care about you when you’re all she thinks about.

But for some reason, people can read her. They can tell she likes you.

But they can’t read me. 

Should I have confessed first? 

Maybe..maybe things would be different. But. I didn’t know yet. She knew.

She confessed. You rejected her.

But you were too nice about it. She still thinks she has a chance, I know.

I know her too well. Why don’t you know me well? We were close. Sometime or another.

Closer than you are with her, at least.

Why can’t you tell? Why don’t you care?

I hope I never see you again.

And I’m not saying this with one hint of falsity. 

I really. Really. Hope. I never see you again. Really.