I feel empty. I’m neither disappointed or glad for them. I don’t know what to feel. It’s not like I like him. But then again, it’s not like I don’t. I’ve noticed that overtime, I’ve found a sense of possession over him. But I always knew he was never mine. What we had, it was nothing. Because nothing ever happened. So, why? Why am I feeling this way? We haven’t talked in months. And if we did, our conversations would be short-lived. I’ve always had a picture of him in my head. Imagining how we would be, if we ever were to be together. He was perfect. In my head, at least. I might have fallen for the idea of him with me. And now I’m attached. My subconscious is saying he’s mine, when he never was. It had thought that my imaginative relationship with him was real. And now I can’t help but feel like he’s supposed to be with me. “You Belong With Me” by Taylor Swift, anyone? There’s not much to do but to bury everything inside. Not like I could do anything about their relationship. They’re happy. I have no right to take their happiness away from them. I guess I’ll just wait for it to fade. – S.