And so it begins, the bursts of emotions re-emerging from my soul, latching back onto her precious, pure soul that I can never, will never ever be able to call mine. I thought for sure, after the rejection, that moving on from such a pain would not have taken me long to recover from, but almost six torturous months have past and my feelings for her still lurks deep within my soul. Sadly, I realized, moving on will not be easy. A beauty of which, I am forced to see five hours a day everyday in the same four walls just prolongs the difficulty to let her go. To just move on.
And getting to text her again after months, gosh, it feels like heaven on earth. From then, gradually, the extreme struggle I faced to want to have moved on from her was abandoned. Abandoning and almost forgetting the pain her rejection have left me before. Abandoning the fact that my chances with her, however are still slim. I believe slowly, but surely, there will be progress. I convince myself this everyday, at least.
Each day she catches me staring at her in class from time to time; my favorite moment that three seconds stare into each other's eyes, like gazing into the stars in the sky, I can't stop myself from admiring her till I smile a genuine smile, then of which she smiles—and there—my heart just can't handle that much beauty.
But I know—I always will know that she will never feel the same. Beads of jealousy recurs each time any guy approaches her to talk to her. To get the same amount of attention I get from her. Indeed, it is unnecessary jealousy, knowing none of them are worthy enough for her. Except this one person I truly despise the most—this particular person she is still so close with. The part I fear the most is almost feeling like she still has feelings for him.
Sent by AnonymousButHandsome D.F
Edited by Admin/Amy
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