Too close

That's me, the blonde in a blue sweater standing underneath an umbrella and pouring my heart out to a boy who repeatedly tells me how in love he is with me even though he knows he will never get anywhere with it, other than making me feel a little better about myself. It's egoistic of me to even be around him, because the fact that he seems so attached to me makes me believe that there's hope for me. I'm overwhelmed with wanting to love him back, because he deserves someone who loves him back, someone to make him happy, whatever that even means to him. He says he's happy around me but I don't believe him. Who would be happy with consolidating an emotionally incapable wreck who sobs about hating herself without anything to give in return for the countless encouraging and warming words thrown in her direction? Except maybe a hug. And the occasional "<3" in chat.

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