Crying Over a Boy

I remember watching that beautiful girl cry over a boy.

I remember watching you talk to and comfort that beautiful girl, who was crying over a boy.

I remember thinking how sweet and kind and thoughtful it was of you to be a friend to that beautiful girl, who was crying over a boy.

But it became very apparent that you weren’t just comforting that beautiful girl, who was crying over a boy.

You actually wanted to be the next boy for that beautiful girl.

You did it right in front of me like I didn’t matter to you…

But you made me feel like I did matter, so I never even thought about you and that beautiful girl, who was crying over a boy.

Silly me… Then, for not seeing the truth about you wanting that beautiful girl, who was crying over a boy.

Silly me… Now, because every time I see that beautiful girl, who was crying over a boy,

all I think about is how much you mattered to me,

but I did not matter,

not to you.

Reviews

[lizzie]

Hello! I’ve been reading your story and was genuinely impressed by how naturally the emotions unfold. Several scenes instantly translated into strong visual moments in my mind.
I’m a commission-based comic/webtoon artist, and if you’d ever like to explore a visual adaptation, I’d love to discuss it further.
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