Mark the day that it all spilled out
So, I guess here I am, with nothing else to say or do that will make anything that happened tonight go away. It came out. I said it. Someone heard it. Just not you. But two people that mean something to you. (One of which I envy right now) But it's great, really. You made my mind up for me. No more hard times. No more trying. No more dreaming. No more wishing. And definetly no more wasting my time on you. It's been way too long and no one should put themselves through that. But I loved putting myself through that for you. What do I have now? What if she tells you. What would you say? How would it make you feel? Uncomfortable, like usual? Or is that a lie too? You were never nervous around me. I didn't make you uncomfortable. It was all just misreadings by me and my friends. I don't know you. I will never know you. And you're happy to have it that way. And as upset as I am right now, which I shouldn't be, I still want to try. I still want to make you notice me and impress you and make you want me. And I still want to think that maybe there really is something there. But chances are, there isn't. There never was. And there never will be. Especially now. Now that my hopes are gone.
I love you, even though it isn't fair