“I love you” is sacred.

Or maybe that’s what she thinks.

She is always full of mysteries. He is always curious. 
She is always missing. He is always missing her.
She is always the girl with the most beautiful smile. He is always the guy who loves that beautiful smile on her beautiful face.

Patiently, he waits for her. 
Painfully, he thinks of her.

“No regret”, he said, “it was all worth the wait whenever she comes up.”

Until the day, he realizes that his heart is falling to another girl.

One girl who he thought he would never like. 
One girl who he thought he would never date. 
One girl who he thought he would never love.

Everything changes just like the seasons change. Too fast for him to keep up. The girl who meant everything to him now is seen as a product of satisfaction. The girl who meant nothing to him now is seen as a source of happiness.

Coincidence?

“No,” he answered, “It isn’t.”

“I’m done waiting for someone who is never there when I need her. 
I’m done losing my sleep over a 10pm text that said she’s coming over, but I can’t really see her when the sun is up. 
I’m done saying I love you for someone who knows she won’t love me back.

I’m better off being with someone who appreciates me for who I am. 
I’m better off being with someone who likes me for who I am. 
I’m better off being with someone who loves me for who I am.”

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