Like, it’s a physical pain. The tears come uncontrollably, I feel the shiver and pang of realization.
A cold snake slithers down my back, into my stomach.
This can’t be real. I can’t feel like this.
But I do. I am the worst thing to walk the earth. I love the impossible, torturing myself with emotional flagellation. My spirits are crushed.
I mean nothing to her. She still loves him, and she will never see me.
And you’ve strung yourself out in some desperate attempt to mean something to her. You’re a fucking idiot.
You are alone.
She doesn’t love you, Chris.