It started as a lie, a diversion from the truth. I wanted her off my case and you were the perfect victim. Then stuff happened. You told me everything. I know everything. To be fair, I knew everything anyway, I can read her like that.
Then I started liking you more. I don't know why or how this happened but it did. I actively tried to engage with you more than before with decent results. She moved on. You got jealous. I gave you advice on what to do and how to act. I tried not to be biased but sometimes that couldn't happen.
Then someone told you. We went on as before. She carried on as before.
Now I am stuck between waiting for that sliver of a chance that may not even come around, or going another path towards entertainment elsewhere.
I am sick of this. I am sorry.
I don't want to ask. I can be scarred of asking, can't I ?
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