I thought I found the one, someone that I could easily laugh with, that I could spend hours talking to and we’d never run out of things to say. We were different, but that was okay because it was like we filled each other’s missing places. I finally felt happy with myself around him, something that’s never happened before. I felt beautiful. He was everything I’ve ever wanted, all the best traits combined into an amazing human being. I didn’t mind if we never became more than friends, because I was just happy to be with him.
And then he found a girl that he liked, someone sweeter
and gentler and more to his liking than I was. He doesn’t talk to me much anymore. I feel heartbroken, especially since the girl and I have beef. I never liked her. But he likes her, and there’s nothing I can do.
