I remember sitting on the bench with you, you looked sad that day. My mistake was asking why. You looked me in the eyes and said, it's her. She told me she loved me still, and hard as I try, I can't get her out of my head. I know things were fucked when I was with her and I never felt whole, But I miss her.
A tear pricked my eye and I tried to wipe it away before you could see, but you already saw it.
"What's wrong?" You asked.
"Nothing, nothing is wrong, I'm fine. If you still love her but everything was always fucked up maybe love just wasn't enough."
We argued back and forth for a while about what he should do. Finally he stopped and said, "Why do you care anyways?"
I yelled, "Because I think I might love you!" As soon as it was out, I wanted to take it all back. The expression on his face said it all, he didn't love me back.
"I'm sorry, I had no idea. If only you'd felt this way a few weeks ago, maybe we could have made this work. I'm just not ready to date anyone right now."
"I know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. That was really dumb of me."
"No it wasn't, It's how you feel, nothing about how you feel could possibly be dumb."
"Tell you what, I'll wait for you. I won't date or do anything with anyone else, until you've figured this all out."
"I couldn't ask you to do that, who knows how long this could take me."
"You don't have to ask, I'm offering."
His resistance was futile and I knew he would never love me.
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