Today, you didn’t talk or look at me when I saw you. You looked happy, so I was sitting there trying to think of what I did to make you mad at me. I can’t think of anything besides that you found someone better for you.
So I guess I will go back to hiding my feelings for you and watch you be happy with another guy.
After a while it won’t hurt anymore, but getting to that point it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest and being stomped into the ground.
It is, however, not the first time you have done this to me. You think I would be used to it happening, but every time I die a little more inside