I Thought It Was Just Me Novels & Stories

I was starting to feel disappointed as I said sadly “I don’t think it wo…..” That was the moment something major happened…. Within me. Something magical…. At last.

The last thing I remembered before blacking out was: Was it stupid of me to think I was someone special to him? Yes! Yes, it was...

Stupid me; I hadn’t realized that I appeared to be uninterested in any adventures. I told them they had just misread me; I was easy.

I couldn't help but sigh sadly at the thought of all this. I was left alone in the room and all I child thought of was Carlos. I couldn't help but wonder if he was also in pain but I pray he isn't. I knew that this feeling was caused by me. I knew that all this wouldn't have happened if I had shown my identity directly to them but it seems like I was wrong because I had always tried to rely on myself.

But the truth was, they did. They really did, and I could only tell myself, maybe, just maybe I wasn't as important as I thought I was to him.

It was stupid to even think it meant anything. Yet, part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that I was a fool for denying what might have been. But it wasn’t my place. I wasn’t one of them. So, I focused on cleaning, trying to drown out the quiet whispers of my own thoughts.

For me. I was WftIsWrongWithThisBlog. Another phenomenal that I couldn’t begin to explain just how it happened! Regardless, it just felt stupid responding after that. At that time of the night too. “I can’t believe I’m letting this get to me. I can’t believe that I’m STILL thinking about it.” Saying it out loud only made me realize just how crazy this was. This entire week.

Gone now. It's nothing, I told myself. Just a coincidence. But the unease settled deep in my chest and it wouldn't leave.

The possibility that it bothered me, that some part of me had wanted his attention to stay right where it always was — on me — that was ridiculous. Right?

I еnd uр thinking іt’ѕ mе, and that іt’ѕ always gоіng to bе me. Thе truth іѕ, I’m juѕt being indulgent wіth thіѕ trаіn оf thоught. It’s easy tо be thе vісtіm whеn I dоn’t want tо fасе reality. I ѕhоuld ѕnар оut оf it. On a mоrе practical lеvеl, I’m happy hе’ѕ not here to bе awkward with.