She'll find him and she'll love him. He won't give her a second thought. She'll think about him before sleeping at night.
She'll wake up crying because he loved her in her dream.
She'll put on a fake smile to see him again.
He'll leave her.
She'll look into his eyes and he'll look away.
Her heart will shatter into pieces.
Tiny
Pieces.
He'll walk away from her.
She'll painfully watch him fall in love with another girl.
Every night she'll cry, not because
He doesn't love her, but because
Her best
Wasn't good enough.
But she has friends.
She has that friend that is more of a brother than a friend.
She'll run to her brother and cry.
Her brother will hold her hand when she needs an anchor to the world and he'll hug her softly when she's about to shatter into a million pieces.
The boy she once loved will become a distant memory,
A constant what if, but the friend who was a brother had been waiting a long time.
So he kissed her.
And she kissed him.
The world fell into place.
Her heartbreak made sense.
The only reason the first boy left was because that wasn't her boy.
And she would love her boy with her overthinking personality and shy nature.
She'd love him true.
And he'd love her, too.
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