It was one of those nights when the air felt heavy, and the flourescent glow of light seeped through my bedroom window. I lay awake, my mind drifting back to the day everything changed – the day I realized my feelings for her had blossomed into something more.


At first, I tried to ignore it, to bury those emotions deep within me. She was like a star in the night sky, beautiful and unreachable. But Cupid, that mischievous archer, had other plans. The more I tried to forget, the deeper I fell into her spell.


In the depths of my heart, a tiny spark of hope flickered – a hope that she might one day see me differently, that she might love me back. But it was a foolish dream, I knew.


I cursed her sweetness, her kindness, her beauty. Those damned smiles that made my heart somersault. Those captivating eyes ensnared me in their trap. She knew how I felt, yet she never seemed to care. To her, I was just another face in the crowd, someone she was forced to see day after day.


And yet, I was grateful to her for one thing: she made me feel alive again. Because of her, I experienced the bittersweet ache of love. But that sweetness soon turned sour.


She exposed my vulnerability, my fragility.


I still vividly recall that cursed day when she said "yes" to someone else. It crushed me, shattered my heart into a million pieces. In the back of my mind, I wondered, "How can you be so cruel?" and "What have I done to deserve this?" But I hid my pain behind an awkward smile, unwilling to let her see me fall apart. That would have been too much.


If only she had seen me crumple to the floor in that dark, cold room, tears streaming down my face. Perhaps then she might have pitied me, but I didn't want her pity.


Enough has been said. It's time to let go of the bitter past, as difficult as that may be. She was a significant part of it, but I must start anew, leave those shattered dreams behind.