I used to like you.
Then I didn’t.
Or at least I told myself I didn’t.

The second you found out, you turned cold—avoided me, laughed with your friends at my expense, even got my best friend to flip on me. She’s been taking shots at me for two years now. I try to fire back, but it’s like throwing pebbles at a wall.

You’re not in my class anymore—thank God—but every time I see you, my chest knots up. I hate you. I swear I do. But then I get butterflies, and you end up in my dreams, and I’m back to thinking about you when I wish I wasn’t.

I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. You’ve made me miserable… and I still can’t let go.