He tried, but couldn't. He couldn't stop my tears. "At least make me fuckin' understand what are you feeling!" He yelled at me, slowly loosing his patience. It was over an hour. He found me alone in the park we used to go as kids, against a tree, crying. Around 6 pm, I guess. "You can't...you never will," I said between my sobs, which grew louder. He realised and apologised soon. "Look," he said, "I'm sorry for yelling. But I'm worried for you." "Is it about something that happened recently?" He asked, hoping to figure out what was happening. "It's about what have always happened to me," I say, finally sobering down, no more tears streaming down my face. "Something 'bout your family?" He asked. I shooked my head. "About your friends?" Once again, I shooked my head. "About me?" I looked at him for a moment, then broke from his piercing eyes. I slowly nod. He looked a bit shocked, but asked the most obvious question, "What about me?" "You didn't let me move on," I began, "Everytime I see you with her, it kills me. Everytime I see you , I die a little more. We drifted apart, and I let you go, but you didn't. I tried to move on and accept that you loved her, but you smiled again at me and ruined it all. You held on me while all I needed was to be set free, my heart got killed, and you became it's murderer." I pushed myself from the ground and started to walk from there before a new set of tears covered my face. "Wait," he spoke up, "Do you mean you like me?" I stopped in my tracks and slightly glance at him from my shoulder. I weakly smiled at him and said, "I don't know if I love you anymore. Goodbye."
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