Two years. Two years of secret smiles and stolen glances, only to see her , that familiar, sickening twist in my gut. Everyone sees it, he likes her. And it\'s not me. The pain is a dull, heavy weight in my chest.
He knows I exist, but it\'s different for him. I feel the distance, the cold space between us.
I held onto hope, a fragile, desperate thing. I replayed our imaginary future endlessly, a cruel, beautiful fantasy.
Then the truth crashed down, a wave of despair, it\'s never going to be us. The crushing weight of that reality is almost unbearable.