• I loved him. He didn't know it, but I did. He was just so perfect. But at the same time he wasn't. We were supposed to communicate through a piece of paper? When I see him at least five times a day? I didn't want it like that. Apparently, he was okay with that. I broke up with him.
    Two weeks later, my best friend decides that she likes him. So, I offer to set them up. Three days later, I'm forced to break up with him for her. She'd been pushing me over and using me for the longest time. I did this though, but I didn't do it for her. It was finally a chance to talk to him. I’d thought I was over him. When our hands touched, I realized I wasn't.
    It had been about a month, maybe even two; I stopped keeping count. I decided that today I was finally going to talk to him. Just as friends; that's all I wanted for now. He called me heartless.
    "Hello there."
    "Hello."
    "You never talk to me anymore. I feel so unloved."
    "You have-what do people say? You have…no heart."
    I can feel myself breaking. The pain that seems like it'll kill me. I push away, past him, past everyone, hoping that he'll come after me. That’s not why I run though. I run because I'm not ready to face him, I'm scared. Because I know the feelings that I have can't exist anymore, because he'll never see me the same. I'm the one who's so damn clever to him. Right now, though, I don't feel it.