Second Place

Rock Star passed.

No, not passed the test, passed on me.

That's what I get for bringing up that I deserve more than a passing look. I knew better.

Maybe he's going to be a great friend, or maybe he was going to be, or maybe he's just gone.

Right now, I'd be lying if I said I cared.

I'm hurting again, and, again, it was my choice to open up to someone. It was a great couple days. It was nice to remember what someone really caring about me "that way" was like.

I just wish I hadn't taken second place to someone's heartbreak again.