Beginning

On Saturday, I had my hair cut.  Somehow, I guess most things I do are for symbolism.  I wanted a new beginning.  And this time, a better ending to the chapter. 

I ended school last week on Thursday; Wednesday was the last time I saw him.  Hopefully, the last time I would look at him with these feelings.  I'm moving on, because I know that my love for him would never be returned.  I wrote him a letter, and he told my friend... to tell me "thank you".  Even though he didn't say it straight out, I know that he rejected me.

I need to move on, and I need to end this love that began in September.