A.A.M.

unfair

how unfair it is that i am surrounded by a sea of people

their worries, and laughs, and stories

and still, i am here

in the corner,

thinking about how all of them

could never compare to you

i'd still look for you everywhere.

i'd still want you near me.

i want you close to me—close enough to be comforted by your presence.

this sea of people is nothing compare to you.

they will never compare to you. ever.