forrest green, forrest blues
I still don't understand how someone I barely knew could leave this much behind. We never dated. There was no beginning to ruin, no ending to explain. Just a short stretch of time where something felt real, and then it was gone. It was small things that did it. The way talking felt easy. The way I didn't have to try so hard to be myself. For a moment, I felt seen, and that feeling dug in deeper than I expected. I think my heart noticed before my mind did, and by the time I caught up, it was already too late. What hurts most is that nothing actually happened. There's nothing to point to and say, this where it went wrong. It just... it didn't go anywhere. And I'm left carrying feelings that had nowhere to land. Loving someone quietly, alone, is exhausting. It feels embarrassing sometimes—like I made it all up, like it meant more to me than it could ever have to them. I replay moments, wondering if I imagined the connection, or if it was real but only on my side. I thi...