I Knew

All she said was “I think I like a guy”. And there, I knew I already knew what he was like. I knew his soul, his heart. And I hadn’t even seen him. Because all her life – all my life – she had sang about the kind of guy she wanted. There, I knew I lost her, forever. Because he was a kind, not too popular, friendly, unbearded, not too tall guy. And this was her perfect guy. I also knew there was no perfect guy in the world. And this wasn’t envy, but I knew that he would one day break her heart. I knew she would cry about him, and I knew she would still go back to him. So I stopped talking to her, because I knew I would get more hurt than she ever would be. I knew. That guy was me.

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