i pulled off each petal slowly, muttering the same words over and over.
"he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me...he loves me not,"
as i dropped the fifth naked flower on the ground, i sighed. i knew already.
my so called "friends" told me it would never be true. they plowed the cold, harsh fact upon me that he'd never show the same feelings for me.
i sat down, slowly, staring at the trees around the meadow i was in.
its not easy to let things go.
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