I wish he understood.
It’s hard to just forgive him like that. He hurt me worse than I’ve ever been hurt before. I can’t stop the pain from rushing in every time I see someone that has the same curly hair. The cute smirk. A beanie. Square chin. I wish he knew that I wanted to be friends, too. I just don’t know how to handle that. What am I supposed to do? It eats me up inside to know that there’s a chance he might be lying. Why did he do this to me? It tore me apart. I can’t even look at myself anymore. I wish he understood how much it hurts.
