I hate seeing him in her arms, as she waves him around like a trophy. She rubs it in my face thats he's with her now, because of my mistake. I just smile like it really doesn't bug me, I convinced my self it didn't until I got home and started crying.
I didn't realize how much he really meant to me until I lost him. And now it's to late to tell him that cause it doesn't look like she's about to let go.
I hate the feeling I get when she runs up to him and hugs him, but I can't say anything. I just walk by and talk to my friends so that he won't notice me staring for a moment.
Gawd I HATE this...
I didn't realize how much he really meant to me until I lost him. And now it's to late to tell him that cause it doesn't look like she's about to let go.
I hate the feeling I get when she runs up to him and hugs him, but I can't say anything. I just walk by and talk to my friends so that he won't notice me staring for a moment.
Gawd I HATE this...
