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Monday, September 23, 2013

Musings of the Smart Girl with Pink Hair and High Heels (She Admitted It)

She admitted it.
He has been interested in her for so long. I hoped he would overcome those feelings and finally see that I stood by waiting for him.
I had left for the summer, only to come back and see she had changed her mind again. She decided she wanted him, even after I informed her of my feelings and we both knew he would choose her.
Late into the night, we were talking about relationships. She found out that I am the type of girl who will probably only be in one relationship in my whole life and she admitted she couldn’t see herself as the same. She unintentionally admitted she most likely won’t stick with him.
I, so badly, want to warn him. He is plunging head-first into disaster and opening his heart to this friend of mine that says she’ll hurt him. I want to save him the trouble, but I can’t do such a wretched thing to a girl I called friend.
Now, I will just sit by and watch the sparks and explosions. By the time she is done with him, I shall have hopefully moved on. Poor love-struck boy: he never stood a chance.

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