seraphimdeath

I like a guy. very fuckin much.
He says he likes me. very fuckin much.
I don't know whether to believe him or not.
I have reasons to trust him completely, but my past experiences taunt me with "He'll screw you over just like Laird."
He's not into boyfriend girlfriend dating right off the bat. He just goes on individual dates.
It's understandable.
We have so much in common, and it sucks when I know that it won't be possible.
Face it. I'm not ideally good-looking. Not at all.
My eyes do the best thing for me, but that's just because they happen to be my favorite colour.
I don't understand how he likes me.



But, alas. All good things come to a close.
His band is growing, and they might get signed. They sound really kick-ass too.
He doesn't want to "promise something and then have it go unfulfilled."
He says tour dates and things like that will get in the way.
I cry.
I cry and sob and even though my throat is threatening to swell up my whole head, I still sob relatively loudly.
I'm crushed.
Then, my best friend texts me with "OMG I found this awesome new guy."
I sob.