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Var hon vackrare än mig
Det finns dagar som jag tänker
Mer på henne än på dig
Jag går bredvid men halkar efter
Jag orkar inte springa mer
Försökt att visa dig med blicken
Men det är inte mig du ser
Den här platsen är nån annans och jag måste hitta ut
Hur ska man älska nån som har älskat nån förut

(Did you let her come closer
Was she more beautiful than me?
There are days when I think
More about her than you
I walk next to you but slip behind
I don't have the strength to run anymore
I've tried to show you with my eyes
But it's not me you see
This place is someone else's
And I have to find my way out
How are you supposed to love someone
Who has loved someone before?)

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-Melissa Horn

I can't help it. I get jealous whenever your girlfriend visits. It's not like you've been able to see much of each other. We're crazy busy with rehearsals and live shows.

It's just... When she's not here I get all of your attention and sometimes I think that maybe, just maybe you like me too, you know? But that's impossible. It's just... You touch me. Not inappropriate or something. A hand on my arm, hugs, an arm around my shoulder. You touch my hair a lot. Call me curly. You say you like my hair.

But then she's here and it's like I'm invisible and I get obnoxious. Competing over your attention. I'm ridiculous. You have a girlfriend!

She's prettier than me. Long blonde hair and blue eyes. I have stupid short, brown curly hair. Maybe if I let it grow? No, that's stupid too. I'm still a boy.

I'm in love with you. I curse at myself for complicating things. We're in a band together. And you have a girlfriend that you love. How can I love someone who loves someone else? Just the thought of you together makes me sad. I have to get over you. I'm trying, I really am, but then you lie next to me on the bed at night and whisper about all your hopes and dreams and I'm so gone for you.

I struggle. I try so hard to be funny and make you laugh and I succeed most of the time. You roll your eyes and ruffle my hair while you giggle at my bad jokes and my heart beats so fast.

I try to sound smart when I answer your questions. You're laying so close. Your hair is tickling my cheek. Then you start to talk about your girlfriend and I want to cry. I don't listen to what you're saying. I've tried so hard to show you with my eyes how I feel about you but you're oblivious. Or maybe you know but you ignore it because it makes you uncomfortable? But why would you lie so close to me then?
"Harry? Do you think it's possible?"

I turn my head to look at you. Beautiful blue eyes stare into mine. I have to restrain myself from kissing you. I swallow loudly.
"What?"

"Haven't you heard a word I just said?" You pout.

"Sorry. I was lost in thoughts." I say. Blush.

"Do you think it's possible to love someone unromantically?" You ask.

My heart drops. Is this your way of letting me down easily?
"Well, yeah. You love your friends without it being romantically, and your family." I say. Furrow my eyebrows.

"Yeah, but I'm talking about Hannah!" You respond.

Oh! Your girlfriend! My heart comes alive again.
"I guess..."

"She's great, but I don't think I've ever been in love with her, you know what I mean?" You confess.

That catches my attention.
"Yeah." I breathe out. Stare into your beautiful eyes.

I almost have a heart attack when you reach out a hand and play with one of my curls. You twist it around your finger and let it go just to watch it bounce.
"Yeah, I think I'll have to break up with her. There's something missing."