The way you play with my hands and look in my eyes, I almost forget you’re not mine.
It’s not even that I’m crying because I want you, I’m crying because you’ve finally found happiness with her, and I’m realizing how lost this cause is.
I wish you would realize I’m practically in love with you.
I know what I want to do with my life and I fear I’ll never get the chance to do it.
Feeling terrible about something I’m usually proud of… I feel like I’m making an idiot out of myself and now I’m incapable of doing what I know I’m good at.