i never talked to you much. i never got to know you that well. i never got to hang out with you. i never really saw you a lot, either. but you talked to me, sometimes. you made the effort, to talk to me. and that is why i thought of you, when people asked me if i had any crushes, and that is why i thought of you, when i saw a couple walk by, holding hands. it wasn’t a silly teen obsession, no. i thought that maybe—since you talked to me, since you noticed me, i had a chance. i never had any chances before, no guys ever made the effort to talk to me. so i thought, this is my chance, you were my chance. but i was wrong. i was so excited, for nothing. i soon became just another girl you knew. that was it. and i wasn’t hurt because i never got the chance to be yours, i was hurt because i thought—i’m not good enough. but now, she’s perfect for you. she’s just enough for you. and i was crushed because i actually thought i could have somebody finally. that’s all i ever wanted.