Being Blind

All this time I’ve been wasting, making sure my hair is perfect and my clothes look perfect, all for some guy that obviously just wants to be friends. Barely even friends. I was blinded from these two others who like me for who I am. Now I know why one of them offered to help me load my bookbag, and why he never fails to make me laugh everyday. And why he gets my mail for me at school. Now I know. And I’m no longer blinded by that jerk who never did anything like that for me a day in his life. I once was the one who made him laugh, and it should be the other way around. I can’t help wondering if it’s too late now, but I can see now after all this time, that I was so hung up over someone else I didn’t even see the way those other guys looked at me.