I love her. I love everything about her. I love her smile. I love her voice. I love her laugh. I love her eyes. I love the way her hair falls perfectly around her shoulders. I love the way she talks about what she loves. I love the way she loves things. I love how she holds herself. I love how she walks with confidence. I love how excited she gets about the things she's been waiting for. I love how she cares for her friends. I love the way she makes me feel happy inside, like nothing else matters. I love that thing she does when she's nervous. But she loves him. She loves everything about him. She loves his smile. She loves his voice. She loves his laugh. She loves his eyes. She loves the way he flips his hair to the side. She loves the way he talks about the things that he loves. She loves how he holds himself. She loves how he walks with confidence. She loves how he gets excited about the things he's been waiting for. She loves how he cares for his friends. She loves how he makes her feel happy inside, like nothing else matters. She loves that thing he does when he's nervous. I want her to be mine. I really want her to be mine. But she'll always be his. She'll always be his. I'll never even get a chance, and I just have to live with it.
