Milk Juice.

In love or trying to fall in love with the wrong person.

I spent the past several weeks thinking I was in love with someone. When, in reality, I see now that I just wanted to be loved by this person. I wanted to only be girl in his eyes; I wanted to capture him; I wanted to become his world.

I realized I wanted all of this and that I was selfish. I created an infatuation for this person because I felt like it was only fair. I made myself believe in a lie but deep down I…felt empty…

…because I knew that he would never make me happy nor I would be able to make him happy.

We all want something that is impossible to have because sometimes we want to prove our worth. I wanted him to love me, and only me because we weren’t compatible. But I only wanted him because I wanted to feel special about myself. If I had him I’d be extraordinary. I could have anyone.

And in the end I got hurt. Reality took a huge blow to my ego though I’m glad it barely scrapped my heart.

He never wanted me and now that I’ve accepted it I don’t know how to move on.