I just want something real. Don't I deserve that? I know I'm not the prettiest, or the tallest, or the same as everyone else, but don't I get a happy ending too? I mean I have my insecurities, and I don't think I'm all that and a cherry pie, but I do know that I want someone who thinks that. Someone to tell me sweet things everyday, put of the blue. I want more than a fling. I want a relationship. I see all these people who have someone else to love them, and I there like, " *awkward cheer* third wheeling so hard right now." I've been hurt before, and I've been in ruins, but I've become stronger and harder to please (or so it seems). The little things are what make me fall. Kisses out of the blue. Cuddles when I want them. An extra absorbant shoulder to cry on. Someone to talk to and they understand. I dream of that every night and I wake up in tears. I've been patient and it's running near transparent. I'm crying inside and no one seems to hear. So I distance myself. I tell them they should have better. That they need better. That I'm not the one. I smile, but it's not real. Inside, I'm alone in my darkest corner, and I can't see what everyone else sees. That light called happiness. Maybe, I lost my chance for genuine happiness and true love. Maybe my One and Only got hit by a bus, or is happy with someone else.
