She cried into her pillow. I invited her over to my house.
She cried and told me she’ll come. I watched her cry her eyes out.
I keep saying he wasn’t worth it. All the girls are crazy about him; she was his ex-girlfriend. She says he’ll come back to her; crying as well. She waits.
We both wait. Expecting him to knock on the door, holding flowers. No one comes.
She cries and cries, at school she’s like a robot that has to be doing the same thing everyday. She tries not to show it. But everyone could see her tired eyes. Red from the tears and purple right under the eyes because of no sleep.
She repeats that she is okay; she repeats it even when no one asks. I pat her on the back.
She looks out the window from her room. Not leaving to go eat or drink. Fearing he might come for her and she wasn’t there to see him. She laughs it off everyday. Then she cries and cries. Same thing every time.
He struts around as if she never existed. She glances at his direction all the time.
Always trying to look pretty everyday. She looks worse after she cries near her window. The trails of her mascara. Trails of her disappointment.
She always wonders out loud.
“How can you love someone who doesn’t love you back?” and laughs, knowing she wasn’t in love. But the same things go on, everyday. Night and day. She wont stop her hunt. Disappointment is the only word for her love life.
