Was I wrong to think I meant something to you? Was I that blind? The secret stares. The subtle hand touches. Was it all in my mind? Were we really nothing but friends? Did I mean so little to you? You chose her and not me. Was it because she’s easy? Or was she prettier than me, smarter, funnier? You had nothing to say. No sorry. Nothing. I really did mean nothing to you. And that hurts. It hurts like no pain I have ever felt. Nothing I could have ever imagined. You made me feel small. Insignificant. You made me cry. You made my heart hurt. You made my whole body ache. Thank you for that.