This is the room that have witnessed us; the room we’ve met a few months ago. The room where no one has been in before you – not anyone important anyway.
Of course it’s better to claim it wasn’t meant to be. It lessens the hurt. Makes it easier to sleep at night.
I’m here to tell you that people will treat you and judge you based on your looks. Boys will love based on your looks; girls will want to be your friends based on your looks.
There are millions of things that would make us right for each other, but there are other billions that are not.
When you finally told me “I love you”
I realized it didn’t matter anymore.
I just stood there knowing what to say, but not wanting to say it.