i know he didn't, but maybe a little, stupid part of me wanted to believe that somehow, in anyway at all i could be special to him. that maybe, just maybe, if i stayed long enough he eventually would love me too. i guess i was wrong.
i'm not pretty. i'm not perky. i'm not popular. i'm exactly the kind of girl he would never ever love. not in a million years. even if i beat him in academics. even if i let him borrow my notes. even if i join the same org. even if i get drunk with him a million times, he never would. i've been such a fool.
but maybe the most foolish thing about this is that i'm still so very much in love with him. yes, even though he's ugly and awkward, and annoying at times. even if he's arrogant and sexist and superficial. even though he's a flirt and a pervert. i'm still in love with him.
because women are not as superficial as men.