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.
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Author:
charicebcampos (
Offline) - Published: April 16th, 2025 18:14
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Hopes and dreams shattered by perceived rejection. A most powerful write.
beautifully written...
thanksss😓😓
The understanding that their love will not be returned, the pain they feel realising there dreams are just fantasy's, nicely expressed
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