I wanted him to be the one, I needed him to be the one. And I didn't realise until I felt the hurt of him not begin what I wanted him to be. We read books and believe the great love stories, we watch movies and believe that us to, we will fall in love in a great way. Until one day you realise that reality is just laughing at you. A while ago I read this poem by Atticus: The doubters are just dreamers with broken hearts. Always, always have I been a dreamer, but he turned me into a doubter and I don't resent him for that, I blame myself. My mind is not strong enough to take over when my heart is in doubt. I'm great at giving advice and telling people to be tough, but I should learn to practice what I preach. You should not have to convince anybody to love you and I truly believe that. And honestly there's no rational reason to why I keep trying. He had me at hello, and the feeling I had lingers on and I can't shake it off. I was 100% sure that he felt the same. What he said and did all confirmed that. Until one day it didn't anymore and I'm desperately trying to get back what we had.
That's the thing about liking somebody, you can't force them to like you back.