Don't Hate the Player

by Shelby Elizabeth

I can’t let myself start to fall in love with someone who couldn’t possibly love me back.

He truly has no idea of the effect he has on people. On me most of all.

The sunshine child, born in the dead of winter. I don’t know if it’s more ironic or poetic.

I realize I’m staring at Jack, but I can’t help it. He’s the brightest thing in the room. Maybe I’ll be blinded if I keep looking. Maybe I’ll be blinded if I look away.

I know when I started hating you. What I can’t tell is when I started loving you, too. And when that hate vanished.”