I Liked a Guy
Once upon a time, I liked a guy.
It just so happened that this guy knew that I liked him.
I kept on liking him.
He never talked to me.
Or acknowledged me.
I kept on liking him.
It went on like that.
Liking,
Not talking,
Not acknowledging.
Until then,
one day,
I realized.
What was the point?
I liked him, and he knew it.
He didn't talk to me,
he didn't acknowledge me.
What was the point of liking him?
If he couldn't see the wonderful person in front of him?
I deserve better than that.
The thing is, I don't start at the mention of his name
any more.
I don't stare at him constantly
any more.
I couldn't care less about him
any more.
Kaitlin <3 Peace Out