From Our Readers: To My Future Someone

We never had a chance. I liked you, but you loved someone else. Prettier, smarter, someone I knew you would like. And moving on seems like forever to me. It's hard to pretend I'm happy even when it pains me inside, seeing you with her. I'd always tell myself she's very lucky to have you. And I'm a hypocrite if I say it doesn't hurt, because it really hurts. Like hell.

But then again, I'm only eighteen. There's still so much that can happen. Someday, I'll meet someone. Someone I could fall in love with again, and who knows, someone who could love me back. Someone who will accept all of me and embrace my imperfections.

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