I know he's on your mind. I know his name is on your lips at night.
        Peter knew that you'd never think of him the way that he thought of you. He knew that you'd never see him as anything more than a friend, and yeah, it pained him to see you with someone other than him. It upset Peter whenever you talked about him as if he were the best thing that had happened to you, or when you would talk about him around Peter, constantly comparing the two.
        Peter desperately wanted to show you that he loved you, but he had no intention of ruining your friendship. He knew that if he were to confess, your friendship would go down the drain because of him.

        I'm trying to show you that I'm strong.
        Every single time you brought him up, Peter didn't know how to cope with his feelings. For so long he had hoped that you would think of him as being "boyfriend" material—but you never did. Peter knew that you always saw him as a best friend. Peter knew that you never dreamed of him, he knew that you never thought of him just because you felt like it. Peter knew that you never noticed his quirks—that when he got mad his left eyebrow slightly raised more than his right one. That when he was sad he didn't like talking. Peter also knew that you never noticed how in love with you he was.

        I can hold you, he's pulling away. I'm what you need, he's what you want—no, not me.
        If Peter noticed that he began to pull away; that meant that you had noticed it as well, and he didn't know how to react to that.
        He didn't know what to tell you when you came crying to him other than the fact that he would treat you good. Peter hadn't meant to confess his feelings for you while you were sobbing after he began to pull away, but it just happened. Peter had to tell you what he felt because he truly meant it. He told you that he would treat you well, that he would give you anything you wanted—anything you needed, and you didn't seem to care.

         So I'll take my time, see if your love can be changed. I won't rush this fight 'cause I know that your heart's still in pain.
        After confessing his feeling for you, Peter knew that you were in no position to reciprocate them, and with that Peter begged you not to worry about him and his feelings. Feeling lonely was nothing new to him, so he begged you not to feel bad. Sure, he hoped that you would learn to love him, but he would never want you to be unhappy. He knew that he had to let you go.

        Sure, he was good, now he's gone, gone for good. You deserve someone who'll stay, and I'm who you need.
        Now that he was gone from your life, Peter knew he had a fair opportunity to get to you. Peter wanted you to be his because you were who he needed. Peter wanted anyone who came before him to be slowly erased from your memories. Peter knew that he had treated you right during the time that you had dated, but Peter also knew that he would treat you better in every single way. Peter needed you to realize that he wasn't who you needed. Peter desperately begged that you would soon come to realize the only person you'd ever need was him.

        You, you can stop waiting, please just be brave and trust me. I, I'll never leave you.
        Your love, to Peter, was all that he ever thought about. Your love was worth everything to him, and nothing would ever change that. You had captured his heart; nothing that came beforehand mattered. Peter had learned so many lessons harshly about love, but everything he knew had been forgotten—everything had suddenly become mended when you came along.

I'm what you need, but he's all you want, no, not me.
        As hard as Peter tried to convince you that he wasn't right for you, you wouldn't listen to him. You went back to him as if Peter hadn't confessed his feelings to you, and that memory was forever ingrained inside of Peter's mind.
        Peter had spent that day walking on empty streets, getting by just barely. Every time he took a step on the sidewalks of New York City he couldn't help but notice all the leaves that were slowly falling off of the trees—the leaves that that echoed out your name as they fell from the branches.
        Every cold night in New York reminded Peter of you. Nights where when he would look over, and see you standing out in the open at central park—and he wondered if you were okay because he knew that he wasn't. Peter always wondered if you ever had the slightest intentions of heading towards the door that would lead you to him, but then he remembered that you would never go through.
Peter was still falling out of love with you, memories of you felt like they would never begin to erase themselves—he never knew if they would start to fade.
        Peter wondered if you ever thought about him, or if he was all alone.

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this imagine is based on gabe bondoc's song titled "jacob's blues"

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