About a week ago, I confessed my love to a girl, whom I've been friends with since last year. I knew she would reject me. She rejected everyone ever to fall in love with her. I had no Illusions, I knew what she'd say, I knew I was destroying our Friendship, but I was compelled to confess anyway. Hope got the better of me. What was to follow woluld be either the happyest or the worst moment of my life, the die cast, and in motion... I told her what I felt. She rejected me. She felt sorry for me.
I took it like a Man, I did not even flinch as the last shred of hope died within me. I smiled, and said it's okay, It is not her fault, and I'll still be her friend.
I've lost my will to live, yet when we talk, I pretend it's not that big of a deal, and I'm okay. I'd rather spare her the guilt.