I almost told you last night. We were sitting in...

I almost told you last night. We were sitting in your car after the movie and you were laughing about something stupid and I almost said it. "I love you." But then your phone buzzed and you smiled at the screen and I knew. I knew it wasn't me you were texting. It wasn't me making you smile like that. So I swallowed the words and changed the subject and drove home alone. This is my fault. I had chances to tell you how I felt. But I waited too long. And now you're in love with someone else and I have to act like it doesn't destroy me. I'm done waiting. I'm done hoping. I'm done pretending this doesn't hurt. Goodbye to the fantasy of us. Hello to the reality of moving on.