Forgetting
In my head, she never liked you. She wanted a distraction from feelings for someone else- someone unavailable. But I wasn’t there. And she was. And she does actually like you. And she lied to me about it. About you. And you want her, too.
And because she’s one of the most important people in my life, I’ll let this all be in my head. In my head and nowhere else. Because I was never really sure, was I? So, we’re better off friends or acquaintances, and I’ll forget.
I’ll forget that I thought I liked you.
I’ll forget that I haven’t had a crush on someone in years.
I’ll forget that I’m not sure I’ve ever liked anyone at all. Because she likes you, and you like her, and I couldn’t- wouldn’t- hurt her.













