(Kind of went with a poem style/short story or whatever this is considered because i wanted to and also I need sleep lmao)

I love you, I said.

Those three words.

Three words that meant nothing.

Nothing as she looked at me with sympathy.

You’re a great friend, nothing more, she said.

That hurt alot.

I didn’t show that infront of her though.

I couldn’t make her feel bad. So I hid the sadness.

The humiliation of rejection.

When I got home, I face planted in my couch.

Never wanting to show my face to her again.

Not because I was mad.

Just embarrassed..

And sadness was there too, thinking of what I could’ve done different that would allow me to have her love also..

Maybe it’s me?

Maybe not..

But what if it was..?