The
downside to adding your crush on Facebook is watching them fall in
love with someone else. Click. Fourteen hours ago, he changes his
profile picture. He's with a girl. Click. Nineteen hours ago, he is
in a relationship with someone. Click. Her name is Kaley Bummerfield,
or Buzzerville, or Banana. Her last name doesn't matter because he is
in love with her and someday, it will change to accommodate his. And
it doesn't matter how good my name sounded with his last, because it
belongs to her now whether she knows it or not. Because I know that
he will marry the living daylights out of her. I know, because he's
told me this before and I prayed to God that it would be me. Click.
She's a redhead. He always told me that I looked good when I dyed my
hair that same bloody color, but I guess it looks better on her.
Click. They're in his car, the same one he asked me about right
before he bought it. Click. He took her to see the fireflies that he
promised me. Makes me wonder, how many versions of me has he fallen
in love with? The fireflies were beautiful, but I guess I can't look
at them now without falling apart. Click. He promised me forever, but
I guess I managed to convince him otherwise, but at least now I know
that I was right. Forever is a lie. Forever is a picture of them by
the waterfalls. I want to burn it. Forever were the words he
whispered to me in Latin. Cor
meum sarmonus ursuduntum.
My heart lies in the west. Maybe it lies there because that is where
she is, maybe he's been trying to tell me all along. But how can I
lose something... Someone I never had? How can I yearn for forever
when I know that it does not exist? Click. I close the page. I don't
unfriend him. Because I hope that someday, he'll see me on his
newsfeed. I hope that someday, he'll watch me fall in love.
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