Sometimes, it's easier said than done. And I'm one of those people who can be fooled easily because I like to find the good in a bad situation. I forgive and forget, even if it hurts. And sometimes I wish I was just a little more stubborn than that.
I was nothing to you. And I was okay with that, because you were nothing to me, until you started to show an interest. And yes, I fell face first chasing after you. I had no idea how you were until you hurt me for the very first time. After that, I swore I wouldn't fall anymore. That was easier said than done. You were nice to me, and you were the most beautiful thing to me. And what was I? Well, I was just another girl.
You came back, after I picked myself up. And I fell, again, because I thought it was different. We all go after something we can't have, just to make it ours. That's how it was with you. And you knew everything to say to me, didn't you? Well you should've by then, because you'd had enough experience. But then you left, again. And I wanted to hate you; I wanted nothing to do with you. But when you made me feel even a little bit special, the same old feelings came back again.
Two years passed by and I still haven't learned how to handle you. I still look at you the way I did the first time I liked you. And you still know how to make me smile. But this, right now, is great. We're nothing, just friends, and that's okay with me. Because I can talk to you without worrying that you'll leave if something better comes along. I can stand to look at you, without hurting. But it doesn't matter what you do; there will always be something there. And I know so many other girls feel the same about you. They want to be 'the one' for you. So what makes me different? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
It's your decision. You do what you want with your life. You don't belong to anybody, but that won't change the way I've felt about you, as a friend. You're an amazing person, and I believe that you can, and will do anything you want to do. Maybe this is what makes you different from everybody else. I don't know what it is, but there's something about you. And I want to walk away when you leave me, without saying anything. But that's easier said than done.
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