•UrboyJash :
“My dandelion”
There's a girl I hate, or rather, I forced myself to hate her. I hate her, but I also love her.
Every night, before I sleep, I listen to "Dandelions" by Ruth B. to combat insomnia. She knows this is my sleep aid, and she also claims it's her favorite song. What she doesn't know is that the lyrics are all about her. I was so in love that every night, I replayed our memories, believing we were soulmates. Even when I tried to avoid her, it felt like God kept bringing us together.
I remember one project we worked on together. We talked like we were more than friends. She wouldn't let anyone touch her except me. She even sang "Dandelions" to me, testing my knowledge of the lyrics, and we sang it together. That night, despite working, we were so focused on each other that others thought we were lovers—a perfect match. Even after the project, we kept in touch regularly. Then, one day, I confessed my feelings. I told her I liked her, but she said she wasn't ready and that I had to wait. I agreed. We talked for months, but I grew bored because she never initiated contact. I wasn't good at relationships then, and I cheated. She heard about it, but she didn't react. I expected an outburst, a confrontation—I'd broken my promise, wasted my time. Her silence made me question everything. I realized I might have been assuming she felt the same way all along. I never had a chance with her because I wasn't the kind of man she wanted. In 2023, my heart shattered. I vowed to give up on her, to never think of her again, to never speak to her.
But I couldn't remove her from my thoughts. I've had many girlfriends since, but she remains in my mind. Every time I listen to my favorite music, her face appears. Before I sleep, it's the same. That's why I hate her. I thought I'd moved on with my current girlfriend, but she's still there, fueling my fantasies. I feel like I still love her, that there's still a chance, even though she has a boyfriend.
2025-08-08 18:18:32