If I could choose it wouldn’t be you

I didn’t want to feel for you the way I feel. If I had a choice, you wouldn’t be the one I would like. It’s just that I see myself so surrendered to this feeling today. It bothers me a lot to feel something so beautiful for someone who doesn’t even care to respect.I never asked you to like me.

The way you avoid me, that mislead me and ignore me don’t make me sad, what saddens me is the fact that it’s still for you that I’m avoided, misled and ignored, simply because it’s you I still like. I’ve already froze my optimism about the two of us. It’s no longer about when we’ll work out, it’s about me wanting to break free from this story.

Things are getting tough for me. I still feel really stupid for caring so much about you, it hurts me for paying attention as if any of this was worth it to you. I wonder how it can happen: while we’re talking, you minimize my chat window and open another one that excites you more.

If I could choose, without a doubt, it wouldn’t be you.

I don’t even talk about how much I would like them to feel for me what I feel, it’s much more about how I would like to like someone who uses sincerity with me. Because that’s your problem: you throw crumbs of hope at me like people who feed pigeons in squares. And I see myself there desperately looking for those crumbs, rereading the messages and digging your feelings into the words you type. It’s as if I read the “=)” as a sign that we’re sorting ourselves out. I just think it alone.

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Too bad I don’t regret anything. I don’t think I exaggerated in telling you what I felt, nor do I care if I scared you with my good intentions. I’ve suffered for not saying what I felt and I don’t live with this problem anymore. I think anyone who gets scared and runs away with a statement isn’t prepared to live the good part of life.

I don’t regret it but I get frustrated because it could be someone else and not you. What comforts me is knowing that the way you deal with me makes me like each day a little less.

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