I wish you'd hurry and be honest with me.

Explain everything.

The lies.

The mask of words.

I wish you'd say something.

Write something.

Do something.

Give me several weeks to regain some semblance of trust with you even though I know a part of me will want to forgive and trust you in just a few days.

Maybe less.

Or did you think you could have your cake and eat it too?

Maybe I was just a joke to you.

Or maybe you cared too much?

Maybe you were scared?

I don't know.

That feels a little unrealistic.

I'm not even pretty.

But I meant it when I said friendship would be good enough for me.

You're on a level that's way too high for me to reach, so it would be for the best in the long run anyway.

Even so, no one deserves this.

Being made to think that they've lost their mind.

That they're seeing things.

That everything's a coincidence.

God.

Why can't you speak up?

But it seems like you would only be capable of doing that…

If I were standing in a line.

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Author's note: I wrote this today on January 10th, 2025.