I hate you, I love you,
I hate that I want you.
You want her, you need her
And I'll never be her.
I wish I could say that 'A heart that was broken was at least a heart that was ever loved.' But I guess that was never true in my case.
My world and everything I had ever known came crashing down when she entered the class. She was by far the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Angelic. Perfect.
But then I watched the boy who sat next to me tense up. It was as if he had eyes only for her. Following her as she moved fluidly in class.
That was the day when I saw the boy I had fallen in love with fall for someone else. That was the day I realized that he would never be mine even if I tried as hard as possible.
It was quite simple you see, he was straight while I was not.
And unfortunately I was stuck in an illusion of ever being loved by him.