Cindy Kuangry

He never looks my way.

I use to catch him looking at me all the time with those eyes.

He walks past me like he doesn’t see me.

I thought it was cute how he use to fumble over what to say when I got close enough.

He seems completely fine.

It’s hard trying to make it seem like I am too.

He seems to have everything he needs or wants.

I use to stay with him when nobody else would.

He has all these other girls now.

I want to believe I meant something to him.

He told me he loved me.

Did he really mean it?

He moved on a long time ago.

I’m afraid to think that I’m still in the same spot. 

He wanted to be with me.

I told him it wouldn’t work out.

He put in a lot of effort and time to make us better.

I focused more on the bad than I did the good.

He made stupid mistakes.

I gave him the silent treatment instead of teaching him how to correct them.

He fought for me.

I kept pushing him away.

He had the courage to tell me he loved me.

I disregarded it.

He eventually got fed up.

I didn’t know how to make things better.

He’s gone.

I deserve to feel all the pain that was left.