I'm not going to say that it was all you.
Of course it wasn't. It takes two to play the game and it just so happens that for once, you played it better and I just got played.
But the thing is, it's not all my doing.
I really thought you could be interested, I wasn't just going out on a limb for you.
You flirted. You smiled. You seemed to enjoy talking to me.
And then I waited.
For so long I waited for you to make a move. I wanted for you to give me just a little something to go off of.
Because I thought I was being clear when I said I wanted to get to know you.
And I don't know. Maybe the reason you never gave me any signs was because you weren't thinking the same things, you weren't on the same page.
But whatever the reason, the end result is still the same.
You watched me fall for you and you never planned on catching me.
So don't say we can still be friends.
You hurt me. You embarrassed me. You made me feel stupid for even trying, for taking a chance on you.
And if you couldn't tell before, you knew exactly what you were doing when it was all said and done.
So yes, maybe I was overthinking, but you didn't have to play into it.
While I stroked your ego you were breaking my heart, and that's all on you.