I met a guy.
And he is amazing.
But there’s a problem.
We’re 11 and a half hours away from each other, and we are 4 years apart in age.
This is greatly looked down upon.
But I had to prepare myself for the news I heard, when he said he had a valentine.
Now, this might be pathetic, and it sounds pathetic as I’m writing it.
But. Part of me wants to scream my feelings that he knows far too well.
But I keep my cool and hunker down because I don’t want to ruin anything.
Because it hurts. And he doesn’t even know that it hurts.
And if he did, he would drop the girl and come straight to me, but I don’t want that.
I want him to come to me because it is a choice, not because he feels guilty.
So I’ll keep writing and painting my feelings, because I don’t want to get in the way of anything good.
Even though I’ve never felt this kind of pain before, I know it’s my heart, slowly cracking.
And if this continues, it will shatter.
And when it does, I’ll wait for him, because when she breaks his heart I want to be there to tell him it’s okay, I’ll mend my heart and give it to him and take his broken heart in return.
