I saw you today.
I don’t think you saw me, but if you did, thanks for not saying hi.
I thought of walking the other way and circling school instead of risking a small encounter. I shrugged it off since I was already late to my 9 am class.
Oh how I hate that class. I mean, not only do I have to wake up early and sit through Mr Adam’s lame ass teaching, but I also risk passing by you every Monday.
It’s kinda ironic how I tell my friend not to feel that way about her own mess of a love, when I feel that way about you.
You and him should totally get together, you have more in common than you’ll ever know.
I never told anyone about you, not even that friend. It’s for the best; less talking about my feelings type-of-conversation.
Anyways, I’ve been meaning to tell you how much I loved that Facebook post of yours. I heard writers are only good if they’re good liars. I guess I should’ve known you’d be great, especially since all you ever did was lie to me.
I realize that maybe you’ll read this, and I’m pretty sure you’ll know it’s you. So, make sure to hit that like button and to never, and I mean ever, think of saying hi next Monday or any other Monday.
the girl you screwed over.