this is not the end of our story

i know i shouldnt be stupid and naive especially since this world is cruel and hateful, but i believe, with my whole heart and soul, that this is not the end of our story.

fate is a funny thing. i believe she has a part in our lives. shes cheeky and cunning--- especially since she made me and the boy, the boy who i loved with my whole heart, meet.

i didnt think we would meet again especially since we moved away from the small hometown we lived in and into the big city. 

i never would have thought that this city would be the place where we would cross paths again.

its funny, really. 

we dont live far but not close either--- we go to different schools with different schedules, yet somehow, i saw the very eyes that made me fall for him.

its silly how im wording this like we were lovers, we never were. he was in love with my friend.

its hilarious, we were just friends. but it always felt like we wanted each other.

he wanted to sleep with me but i never saw him in a lustful way. we wanted each other, just differently.

i saw him one cold night after school. i was walking home, then i saw him.

he was still the same dude. short, pale, and a face that screamed hostility but he wasnt mean.

he called me pretty and cute, the first boy to do so. i guess hes a man for that.

when i saw him, he called me by the name only he called me back in our old town. very... melancholic.

we talked for a second before we went our separate ways. now hes trying to convince me to transfer to his school so i can see him and his band everyday. he knows i love watching bands perform, and he knows i loved watching him play his guitar.

i heard that no matter the distance and circumstances, if two ppl are meant to be then fate will find a way to keep them close until the time is right.

i like him but ik he doesnt like me back so i guess fate is wrong with us or something.