He didn't live in the same state as me, and his views were so different that I was absolutely intrigued with his every opinion, even if I didn't agree with it. He was beautiful and captivating and different. My friends didn't understand, but that didn't matter. I was happy.
Bedcause he was perfection and all I wanted was to be his exception, but he let me down. After a straight month of us discussing what a relationship would be like, he tells me he's gotten himself a girlfriend. A f*cking girlfriend. Who isn't me.
My heart hit the floor.
I should've expected as much. Could it ever have really worked? Not with me here and him there, and I should've seen that from the very beginning. But I decided not to listen to logic and just go for it. For once in my life I wanted to do something that made me happy and not care about the consequences of it. And I ended up getting hurt.
I mean, no, I wasn't in love with him. But I could've seen myself loving him at some point, and I loved the possibility of that. Now, I'm sitting around, upset, alone, wondering why I'm always second best.