
I feel bad for myself. I like her a lot and wanted to date her. We dated a couple of times before... but things just went uncontrollable. I can't keep her. I can't tell her my flaws. That was the end. And then she fell in love with another guy. And now they're going to get married. Tomorrow. If only I found her attractive enough back then, I would've changed my mind. And heart. Now they're going to get married. I can see her soooo happily married. I was invited to come to their wedding. I want to come but I don't want to come. I am happy for her. But sad for myself. I know she'll be sad too if she sees me sad. Because I love her. And maybe she loves me too. But there can only be one. Just one. And I'm not that one.





















