Crying my eyes out. It's finally over.
I saw him in church today. He talked to other girls, but not to me. We made eye contact, but because I was nervous, I wasn’t able to smile. I thought he would at least talk to me because I had messaged him two weeks ago. The last time I saw him, three weeks ago, I started a conversation, but he didn't even seem interested in continuing it. Today I saw him for the last time; I won't see him again. I was afraid to talk, but he never cared about me either. All I could do was cry after reaching home.
Three years... all those years I waited for you in church just to see your face, just to talk to you, just to see you smile... and now it comes to an end. I don't know if I can really move on.
Bye, Jeffy. I always loved you.