We never had a chance. I liked you, but you loved someone else. Prettier, smarter, someone I knew you would like. And moving on seems like forever to me. It's hard to pretend I'm happy even when it pains me inside, seeing you with her. I'd always tell myself she's very lucky to have you. And I'm a hypocrite if I say it doesn't hurt, because it really hurts. Like hell.
But then again, I'm only eighteen. There's still so much that can happen. Someday, I'll meet someone. Someone I could fall in love with again, and who knows, someone who could love me back. Someone who will accept all of me and embrace my imperfections.
Someday, maybe I can meet someone who can put up and stay with me even when I'm weird and annoying and grumpy because of my period. Someone who'll tolerate my crazy obsession with One Direction even if he doesn't like them, because he loves me. Someone who will patiently listen to me when I'm going crazy and babbling over a book I'm reading, and take me to places I've never been.
Maybe someday I will meet that person. That person who will never give up on me, even when I start to give up on myself. Someone who'll tell me I'm beautiful and won't be mad even when I always look for cute guys around, because he knows he's the only one.
And he will always cheer me up and buy me ice cream when I have big report or exams coming up, or when I'm feeling so down because of my Math subjects. Someone who will stay up all night because he wants to talk to me and just can't get enough of being with me. Then he'll eat all the spicy food I love to cook, even when he's really not a fan of spicy dishes, just because he loves me and he wants me to be happy.
He will sing for me, and we'll dance like no one's watching. He'll surprise me every time, and he'll watch the movies I want even if he doesn't really like them. And he'll be the shoulder I can cry on when the characters die. And he'll hug me tight, and make me laugh... someday.
Someday, I'll meet someone who will take care of me, and will say "I love you" to me sincerely. I know someday that person will soon take your place. He will make me feel loved and I'll forget about you, because that's how it's supposed to be. Not today, but someday.
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