WHY
I just need to know why he never liked me the way I liked him. I really don't get it. The like mindedness, the genuine connection, the language we exchanged, the effortless interaction, the attraction shown wtf. I live each day hunting for explanations in the back of my head and not one of them makes sense. I don't know if I need to hear it from his mouth or what but I swear this shit drives me crazy. I'm not sure if I'm even into him anymore I'm just obsessed with knowing at this point. And what makes it worst is that I've seen him be intrigued by other girls the way I thought he would be over me. What in the world was so different about me. I mean was I just a lust buddy, a friend whom he'd fuck. I'm always left feeling this way and some days I just can't let go. But like always after I've punished myself with figuring out the unknowing, my analytical yet profound mind paints a seemingly more clarified "poetic vision" if you will... that nonetheless holds me over for a while. Today's theoretical enlightenment:
Maybe he's a flower, a tulip perhaps, and I'm a vine that got too close. Each day I wrapped and tangled myself around him and he let me. Sometimes the wind blew ferociously and made it impossible for us to ever grow separately again.
But all the while our roots got used to each other his petals only blossomed for the rose growing next to him.
