I don't like hurting myself. But I found myself looking at that photo over and over again. You were with her. And, that photo made me realize how we just couldn't be.
Its sad, isn't it? Liking someone who won't ever like you back. I know I've been wasting my time daydreaming that in some way we could. But now, I had concluded the answer. That is impossible. In another time, in another place, maybe it will. Just maybe.
However, its so ironic how when I wanted to see you, I don't see you. Now that I don't want to see you, I always do.
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