Fair Game

So I played the fool for him.

And now that it's over, I'm still not sure if he strung me along on purpose
or his feelings were just ambiguous and he bungled it--
​which probably means that he wasn't that into me.

 Some emotional ineptitude on both our parts, I suppose.

I'll never know for certain. Either way, I liked him and breaking it off really hurt.

I put my heart on the line and it didn't work out;
it was scary and hard and it sure can crush your pride.

But there for a while, the possibilities were fabulous and exciting. I felt—alive.
There's a cliche but it's true.

I know I won't ever forget his beautiful eyes and how warm I felt being next to him.
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However, I'm finding a little bit of consolation in reminding myself that,
​although I'm hurting now--

there will come a day that I won't be.

And feeling like a fool will fade and be replaced with feeling pleased that I had courage.

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