I should have known from the beginning that you were never going to be mine, that it was all too good to be true. I should have faced the facts. I should have known that you weren’t different, that you were just like the rest. And most of all, I should have realized that you were never going to call me back.

I’m done sitting around and feeling worthless. I was always waiting, and you were always leaving. I don’t need you anymore, or the dashed hopes and shattered confidence that you brought into my life. I opened my heart to you and you slammed the door in my face.

I would have cherished you. I could have held you forever. You only wanted to feel me underneath you. I was just another shoulder to lean on, another game you wanted to play, another song you wanted to hear.

Maybe I could have loved you if you had let me. I would have always shown you my love. I would have been more than a shoulder to lean on, a game to play, a song to hear. I would have answered your late night calls, and driven to Boston if It meant that you could hold me for longer than a moment.

We used to text until I fell asleep. I would dream about the next time I would hear your voice, feel your warmth, or look into your hazel eyes. You told me that you wanted me by your side. I would have walked a thousand miles just to stand next to you.

Somehow I knew that you were never going to be the boy that would buy me my favorite latte, or give me his jacket when I got cold, or write me a song. But I never thought that you were going to be the boy that never called me back.

Now, a few months later, I’ve finally moved on. I can say that I’m alright without you. I’m not happy, but I’m in a better place without you than I ever would have been with you. Even if I never see you again, I want you to know that I would have believed in you. I would have chased after your dreams with you. You should know that I still care, even if you never did. You made me feel alive and helped me to glow again.

You brought a brightness back into my life that I won’t get back anytime soon. The trees are bare now, the color of the season has faded. You’re in Boston, and I’m Pennsylvania. You probably never think about me, as you compose your scores of music.

I will always remember you as the boy who didn’t give me another chance. You were the boy who could have helped me to trust again, who could have enabled me to commit myself to another person again. You were the boy I was falling head over heals for, the one who I could have written poems about, bought coffee for, gone on long hikes with. But I was never enough for you. It would only have taken a phone call, for you to show me your passion, to show me your dedication. It would only have taken a few words of reassurance. Instead, you left without any explanation, like all the rest. Now, you’re just the boy who never called me back. I hope that you’re happy and content, wherever you are. I’m not waiting for your call anymore. I’m ready for the boy who will be there to answer, to take initiative, at any hour, from any place. I know he’s out there, waiting for my call. I will be patiently waiting on the receiving end, ready to accept him with open ears.