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So, Internet, I added him.


I finally mustered up enough courage to do it.
I even sent him a semi-flirty comment.

Ricky Bobbyyyy!
:0
how are you? all Amish and everything(that's an inside joke, by the way. i have nothing wrong with Amish people, they're actually quite cool. :]])?
:]]

I thought maybe if it were flirty, it would stand out to him more and he would want to reply more.

Well guess what?

He didn't even reply. He didn't bother. And you know why I know that? A blond, sluttier looking, and prettier girl commented him right after me, and he continued to talk with her. He saw mine, but he didn't even bother to reply.

After all this time I've been crying over him, missing him like crazy and longing to talk to him, I finally have the chance to...and he ignores me?

Correct me if I'm wrong, Internet, but that night on graduation, did I imagine what happened? Was it really all a dream, because...I could have sworn there was something there. I could have sworn that maybe, just maybe, he could have liked me back. But even if he did, even for a second, he would have replied at least eventually.

...Do I disgust him that much??



Internet, I feel like crap again. I feel that same sense of familiar rejection like I had felt dozens of times before.
I sometimes wonder why I even bother. I wonder if he knows what this does to me every time he does something like this. To anybody else, they would just shrug and go on with life without any remorse. For me...it kills me slowly every time. It kills me to think that I would do anything to see him again, and he has moved on from his old life carelessly, without any second thought.

Is this all I'm doomed to, this pain of unrequited love?

xo Hopeless Romantic

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