I actually did care for you, my feelings for you were so unstable & hard to control. You were beautiful to me while the society we lived in was so ugly. I cared for you so much..... and maybe I still do but probably more since I can't have you and that makes me go insane. Knowing that I can't have you & that I won't be the one who makes you happy. It kills me when you're not in my arms, but it still makes me smile knowing that you're happy.....but not with me. I still question myself everyday if I still love you. Do I? Or do I not? Do I still love you like I did yesterday? Or I'll love you more tomorrow ? Would I have you? Or would someone else have you? // this small short paragraph was for a girl who I truly did love, I was so stupid for not telling her... stupid enough that it was late to tell her & she actually did found someone else. I'm happy for her because she's finally happy but I'm sad that it wasn't me that made her happy.
