out of boredom, I decided to check the Facebook profile
of a guy that I used to like. He's still the amazing person that he's always been; it's not like I can't see why I liked him, it's not like I can't see what I ever saw in this kid. But he made it clear that he doesn't want me in his life, and on the same note, I don't want any part of him, either - his loss. I don't miss him, and I don't like him the same way anymore. I liked him for eight months - almost my entire freshman year of high school. It's not something that I regret, but it's not something that I can say I'm proud of, either. Knowing the entire time that he didn't like me back, I should've given it up months ago - but I remained hopeful nonetheless. "Maybe it's just his friends," I would think. "Maybe he likes me, but he doesn't realize it yet - or maybe he does, but he keeps it a secret. Perhaps he's just too busy for a relationship right now, and he doesn't want to disappoint me." However, it took me flat-out hearing him say the words that he didn't want me talking to him in order for me to finally give it up for good. I guess I'm just the persistent little girl, the one who won't give up until she either gets what she wants, or until she KNOWS for certain that all hope is lost and it's over. And in the end, I had both of those things. What I wanted more than anything was happiness, and I was quite satisfied with the way things ended - in a mature, classy manner where we each were able to say what we needed to say, and in a way where we both ended up happy. I believe that everyone can win, and I definitely see this as a win-win situation for both of us. I also believe that things aren't over until they are over... but this, whatever "this" was, is over; and it's in the past.
Cheers to the end of awkward conversations; to the end of wondering, and to the end of lost hopes.
valerieexrainbowss
