The people that you never officially dated but had strong feelings for are the worst. Because you hate them for what happened and you also hate them for what didn’t happen.
I was never so tempted to go in my own direction as that night. I was dizzy, alone and dreadful of the night ahead. It would’ve been even worse if I had known what was awaiting me. I stood in that station, staring at the screen. One bus was leaving to the city everyone said was my home; another heading to the place that actually felt like it. I stood there, bag in hand ready to run. But went to where I was expected. Because that’s what we’re supposed to do in life. What is expected of us. Whether we want to or not.