transclucent memories

Honestly

I don’t tell you the truth because I know you don’t feel the same way. ‘Cuz everytime we talk you mention him. It kills me so much though, because he takes everything for granted. I’m not pretty like he is, or charming or even social. I have trouble being loud and assertive because that’s just not who I am.

And that’s why you’ll never love me. And it’s really something I just need to come to terms with. I’m posting this on Tumblr because it’s something I’ll probably never tell you since I value our friendship.

I’m never going to be him, and to some degree, I don’t even care. I knew from the start you would never fall for me; I’m okay with that. I just want you to be happy.

Some people just don’t how fucking lucky they are to be “him”.

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