"You two are gonna go out."
"You two are gonna end up together."
"Stop flirting with him."
"Second boyfriend!"
I don't want to.
I don't want to like him.
I don't want to date him.
I don't love him.
Not like that.
I love Sam.
Like that.
Why do I have to tell myself this?
Why do these thoughts cross my mind?
It's not right.
It's not fair he puts me through this.
I have a loving,
understanding,
boyfriend.
It's not fair what he does.
How he flirts.
Saying he's better.
More deserving.
But he's a friend.
I''m almost all he's got.
He needs me.
I need him too,
I guess.
But it's too hard.
It's too much.
He shouldn't have let it happen.
It's not my fault.
I can't keep blaming myself.
I love Sam.
He's amazing.
And he loves me.
Doesn't show it as much.
But I know he does!
He does!
He loves me!
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
"You two are gonna go out."
"You two are gonna end up together."
"Stop flirting with him."
"Second boyfriend!"
I don't want to.
I don't want to like him.
I don't want to date him.
I don't love him.
Not like that.
I love Sam.
Like that.
Why do I have to tell myself this?
Why do these thoughts cross my mind?
It's not right.
It's not fair he puts me through this.
I have a loving,
understanding,
boyfriend.
It's not fair what he does.
How he flirts.
Saying he's better.
More deserving.
But he's a friend.
I''m almost all he's got.
He needs me.
I need him too,
I guess.
But it's too hard.
It's too much.
He shouldn't have let it happen.
It's not my fault.
I can't keep blaming myself.
I love Sam.
He's amazing.
And he loves me.
Doesn't show it as much.
But I know he does!
He does!
He loves me!
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