A story I will never write.

A story I will never write.



He loved her. He kept texting her, he kept dreaming and cared about her but she didn't love him. She was too busy getting attention from other boys. All he wanted was her to love him however she couldn't do that. So he stopped texting and caring but not dreaming, he wanted to still dream about her because he could make her happy by being himself. He still thought what if she misses him but if she did miss him, she would be the first to text, first to call or first to tell him her thoughts.Sadly that never happened, eventually the boy gave up hope for her and didn't force anything anymore because she was the one that played with his heart and feelings.