100 guys make her smile. be the one that makes her cry.

I used to try to be the guy she liked.
Funny. Polite. Always there.
The one who texts back quick and says the right thing.

It worked — she smiled.
So what?
So did every other guy.

She liked me.
But she forgot me.

Now? I don’t chase.
I show up when I want. I leave when I want.
I don’t ask how her day was. I don’t double text.

And she feels that.

I’m not rude.
I’m not some asshole screaming into a phone.
I’m just not available like the rest of them.

I have a life.
She can orbit it if she wants,
but I’m not shifting anything to keep her close.

And that kills her.

She checks my story at 2am hoping for a sign.
She talks to her friends trying to “figure me out.”
She sees a hundred guys in her DMs,
but it’s me that keeps her up.

She’ll never say it out loud.
But I know.
Because I’ve seen the difference.

Smiles are easy.
Regret is rare.

I’m not trying to be her favorite text.
I’d rather be the one she still thinks about
when she’s lying next to someone else.

More soon.
You know where to find me.