out of all people, you'd be the last one i expected to feel about you the way that i do
the way my heart flutters out of my chest when you do as much as look at me or lay the slightest finger on me
the way i look at you and you reciprocate the look, the way you make it known you feel the same about me
but then there's her...her who i know you'll never get over
and that's okay
because in the end i know you'll be with her
you'll be happy
and maybe, just maybe, i'll find happiness elsewhere
