Classic nerd.
Thick-framed glasses.
Mole on his cheek.
That weird walk that he has.
That funny look that he has.
Girls would pity him,
But never be with him.

But I was drawned.
Like a moth to a flame.
I always had a thing for shy guys.
The way they bow their heads in a crowd.
Don't get me started on that tight smile.
I would kiss him that instant.

It wasn't hard pulling him in.
We all knew he was looking for a fairytale,
All I had to do was be in it.

And things were fine for a while.
Being in the love bubble.
But I guess the bubble thinned or burst and I noticed the snickers, I noticed the stares.
I noticed his flaws.
And it was hard not to care.

I grew cold.
So cold.
Was it society? Was it me? Or was it him?
And I broke his fragile heart.
I broke his fragile heart.

As if life hadn't done enough already,
I had to add salt to his wounds.
He didn't take it very well.
He was suffering and I knew.

Staring into nothing.
His walk was slow.
Everybody could see,
He loved me so.

And which was better might I ask?
To never have known love at all?
Or to have loved and lost.