Dear Crush

Yesterday, I would’ve practically passed out if you texted me.
Yesterday, I was thinking how it would be if we were a couple.
She told me your secret, I didn’t believe it. I didn’t want to.
But secretly I already knew, just didn’t want to accept it.
The day after, my thoughts are still the same, unfortunately.
I still stare at you a little too long. I still think about you a little too much.
I thought I could get over it, I mean come one, after what you did to me, no way.
But, no.
I’m still here, waiting, wishing, and wanting something more.
And that’s just it.
I wanted something more.
I’ve never told anyone the way I felt about you.
Then I’d seem stupid.
Until this very damn day, I can’t get you out of my head.
That secret I learned about you was simple.
How you secretly used me to get to her.
I couldn’t accept it.
Hell I couldn’t even process it.
I felt betrayed, but what could I do.
Nothing.
I hope someday, this happens to you.
So you can know how it felt to be used.
So you can feel how I felt.
I never told anyone.
Not even my mom.
And that’s a first.
You broke me, and you don’t even know it.
And it was all because I decided to have a crush.
On you and your big stupid beautiful hazel eyes that turn green in the sun.
I don’t hate you.
I loved you.