The Truth

Stop making a fool of yourself Summer, it's obvious he doesn't like you, or maybe he does but just not the way you like him.
Can't you see? Why are you making this harder by being hard on yourself? You don't have to keep up with the whole shits longer than you already have, do you? I mean just wake up from this whole dream, will you?
Pull yourself together and tell yourself the truth Stephen doesn't like you, maybe this could help.

For five minutes, I stood by my mirror, telling myself this truth.
Maybe I was too caught up with this whole love thing that I didn't read the signs. Stephen is a nice guy, any girl would wanna go out with him, too bad he isn't the kinda guy that loves going out with girls, cause he believes he doesn't wanna start something he wouldn't finish well. He wasn't ready to cause any girl pains or make them go through the hell of a relationship.
And also, he believes if he truly wants something, he would definitely go for it without any push.
But that part I doubted about him.
No! I don't see Stephen as the outgoing type so I don't think there was any way he could walk up to a girl and tell her to her face that he likes her or that he has an interest in her. Maybe this was his weak point, but I wasn't so sure.

I knew all this about Stephen, so why on earth did I end up falling for him? Why did I even think I could date someone like Stephen or that he could ever see me as anything more than just a normal friend?
I knew he wouldn't or perhaps the chances were very slim but there goes my stupid little heart opening up for someone it wasn't even sure will agree to stay.

I had a serious moment that evening, chitchatting with myself through my mirror. The best gift I have ever gotten from my grandma.
She gifted me the mirror on my 16th birthday, telling me I will be turning an adult sooner and I needed some kind of a companion.
She told me how I could make the mirror my secret companion, I could talk to it and communicate with myself through it.
She told me all my secrets will be safe with it cause ironically, it was still Me talking to my other Me in the mirror.
I guess she was right after all. I mean, I have been communicating with myself lately through it and each time it happens, I remember my grandma's words.

So there we go, that evening chitchat with myself must have changed something I don't know or couldn't have thought would be.
Yes, I saw myself slowly avoiding Stephen and being on my own. Maybe this was me waking up from my wild dreams and facing reality. This was me living up to the truth that nothing of such can ever happen.
So to save myself from the emotional mess, I did what I thought was the best for me and I really don't have anyone to blame because in the long run, I never even told Stephen how I felt about him and it didn't matter anymore to me.

The End...