wya? (4)

“Oh hi Bobby! That's a pretty flower. Did you come over to give it to me?”

I was shaking in my boots. I never want anyone to see me cry, but as a kid it was just so hard. I held back my tears but I felt betrayed even though she wasn't mine. She wasn't anybody's. That's probably why I loved her so much. She was a free spirit. She wasn't going to be trapped. But I guess that was also the reason why I hated her. Because I knew no matter how much I loved her, no matter how many people tried to come in between us, she would never be mine.