lmkousa
it hurts. i don't think i have a big ego; quite the opposite in fact.
but this really hurts what little self-esteem i have.
i love him, give him everything.
she likes him, but gives him nothing.
he prefers her, and i am alone. ego solus.
she saw them and she had to have them. she'd been trying to be more bold, more... spontaneous, more of what she thought he might be looking for. she couldn't really walk in them, and they were far removed from her typical style, but she thought that dancing with him in them might just be the step she needed to make him see her differently, to make him wake up and see that she could be more than just the sarcastic, sometimes awkward girl from the spanish club. but she left them at home the night he broke her heart on the dance floor, and now there they sit, in her closet.
gathering dust but still with the shine which caught her eye, like the sparkle in his eyes when he flashes that winning, confused smile he always makes when he's a bit lost. but she can't even look at them now. just as she can't look at him now. their vibrant red reminds her of the ardent passion with which she first fell for him. their high, lethal-looking heel reminds her of the peril she was putting herself in by allowing herself to fall so hard. and they both reminded her of wasted potential, because together they could have been great.