It hurts to see his arm around her when I know it should be me. No one sees how I cry myself to sleep or how much pain I'm in. They dont see my torture I get from seeing him every day when he doesn't even bother to say hi anymore. I keep it within, locked in the empty chamber that is my heart. All I know and dream and think about is him. He was my best friend. But where did that go? I don't know. Has he forgotten our memories? I haven't. Maybe we are just locked in an unrequited love.
January 28, 2010