You never liked me. I’ve come to accept that. Is there still a small part of me that thinks otherwise? Of course. But you have her now. She’s pretty and you love her. Even though I’m definitely smarter and a better person. You love her. And that’s fine. I just thought you actually could’ve liked me. You saw right through me. You knew how felt. Maybe not a full understanding but you knew I liked you. You talked to me and texted me. It was all annoying random stuff making fun of the music I like but you wouldn’t put so much effort in if you didn’t like me, right? I think it was all just a game to get my hopes up. Good game.