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A love bug.
A love bug with a big heart.
The love bug though, can’t find anyone to give her heart to.
She tries a guy.
He’s funny, cute and enjoys her.
She gives her heart to him, untouched and ready to love for him.
But he ends up not liking her.
He pushes her away.
He spits ‘ew!’ In distaste.
A crack forms.
No matter.
The girl will find another guy.
And she does.
This one’s funnier than the last.
Prettier than the last.
He gets her.
He gets her weird references.
She gives her heart to him.
He runs away.
As if her love was too weird.
Was she too weird?
Cracks break bits and pieces off the girl’s heart.
She begins to lose hope.
But then she spots him.
Another guy.
Sorta pretty, really nice, and has enjoyed her in the past.
She hopes for a fleeting moment.
But then remembers the other guys.
She pushes it down.
A bruise forms.
She catches him staring at her during lunch.
Her heart flutters.
But then remembers the heart break.
She pushes it down further.
Another bruise
A second stare has her eyes shaped like hearts.
Thoughts fill her head.
A date.
A kiss.
The words ‘I love you’.
But she remembers how the second one ran.
She remembers how the first one looked disgusted.
She rejects the idea that this guy even likes her at all.
‘He hates me. He hates me. He hates me.’ She convinces herself.
Her heart is full of cracks and bruises, some pieces chipped away, some chunks gone. Her big, loving heart scattered with deep bruises.
All she has left is her best friend to give her never ending love to.
She’s sweet. She’s funny. She’s flawed in the best way. She’s weird.
Just like the girl.
But the best friend’s pretty. Boys gaze at her. They claim she’s wonderful. She is. They seem to like her weird. They should.
The girl’s happy for her. She loves seeing her best friend be adored, just as she should be. A selfish part of her wonders why no one likes her. She was weird like her best friend.
People seemed to like weird on her best friend.
But maybe they don’t mean it when they claim that ‘beauty isn’t everything’.
Her broken, cracked, and aching heart gives affection and warmth to the best friend.
For the girl is a love bug.
She’s always flicked away.
She’s a parasite.
But with her friend, the beautiful moth,
She’s never flicked away by her, because her best friend is weird like her.
She’s not an annoyance to her.
She’s not a parasite to her.
She can be happy with her best friend.
Weird with her.
But even then, it will never be the same as having a lover.
Never be the same as sharing a first kiss with someone that will always say ‘I love you too.’
…
I need someone to say ‘I love you too.’