lonely // POERTY

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"Does it hurt, knowing that he doesn't feel that same about you?"

"Like hell. Do you want to know what unrequited love feels like?" She asks, then goes on without waiting for an answer.

"It's looking into his beautiful icy blue eyes right as the sun hits them and watching them melt into oceans that you know you'll never be able to see up close. It's brushing your arm against his on accident and feeling chills run down your body as he feels nothing. It's feeling something you can't explain everytime you see him, and he's not even giving you a second glance."

"But the worst part?" she chokes out, tears filling her throat.

"It's knowing that no matter how much you wanted him, he chose her, and he will never think twice about it."