We all knew he liked her long before he told anyone. Maybe even before he knew himself. We could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at her. If she was the sun, then he was a child seeing it set for the first time. It was obvious even to us, as young as we were, that sparkle in his eyes when she spoke was the kind you wait your whole life for. We may have laughed and teased them, but inside I know we were all hoping someone, someday, might look at us that way too.
Isn’t it funny when people ask me for my opinion they typically can’t take it? Isn’t it sad that when I get emotionally slutty people flee in fear of my inner intensity? How crazy is it that I could go an hour staring away from you and notice every move you make? Isn’t it baffling that all those who've tried to understand me eventually gave up? And isn’t it ironic that every single one of them, and you, will think of me again; over and over again. INFJ refuge
I hate you , I hate that you gave up like it dident mean anything to you . Dident even try to fight for what we had . Now it makes sense why you never told me you loved me because you dident . Sucks to know that I really love you with my everything I have and you just threw everything away like it was a piece a paper . It's okay . I know that what I had for you was real . And you were all a joke and act. I guess I'm the fool right ? Good job ! But I still love you . Why ? I have no idea .