Time flew by, and out of nowhere, our school announced a long tour. All of us—me and my friends—were buzzing with excitement.
But the next day, as I reached school, ready for the trip, I found out something unexpected: Sam had a girlfriend.
The news hit me like a wave. My heart sank, heavy with emotion. Still, my friends kept me distracted, unknowingly shielding me from my sadness. I never told anyone about my feelings for him. That little crush of mine stayed hidden—a secret I locked away.
Throughout the tour, he stayed close to her—Kyle, one of my friends. Yeah, I was jealous. She was pretty, confident, and somehow, Taylor Swift's lyrics from You Belong With Me was relatable, She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts… That was exactly how it felt.
Time passed, but every moment she spent with him felt like a scene from a life I had imagined for myself. Watching them together hurt more than I wanted to admit. My chest tightened every time I saw them laugh or stand too close.
But just a month later, it ended. They broke up. Kyle was the kind of girl who flirted with everyone—just like Drew used to be. But Drew's changed now. He's with Diana, and this time, he's I guess loyal . I meant he doesn't flirt with all now.
Still, I sometimes wonder: why did Sam choose Kyle back then? Was it because she was pretty… and I wasn't like her?
And all those moments—those small things he did that made me feel special—were they just in my head?
Were they just… delusions?
Even after their breakup, I couldn't shake off the feeling. It wasn't about jealousy anymore, it was confusion, frustration, and a quiet ache I couldn't name. I started questioning myself, comparing, overthinking every detail. Maybe I was never enough to be seen the way I saw him. Maybe I was just a background character in his story while he unknowingly became the main chapter of mine. And no matter how much I smiled or laughed with my friends, a part of me still wondered what could've been if he had just looked at me… differently.