Perfect Disaster:Phan

Chapter 2

*Phil's pov*

I know you're in pain. I hate seeing you in pain. I wish I could just hold you in my arms and tell you it's okay. I wish I could wipe away your tears and just look into your eyes forever. I wish I could make the pain go away and make you smile. I wish you knew I loved you. I wish you knew that I'm always thinking about you. I wish you knew that the only kisses I ever craved were yours. Although I'm with another person, I don't see them, I see you. I imagine that you're the one I'm with. I imagine that the arms wrapped around me are yours. I imagine that the lips that crash with mine are yours. I imagine that the eyes I gaze into are yours. All I can do is imagine, because I know it isn't you. The arms wrapped around me don't feel at home like yours do. The lips against mine aren't as soft as yours. The eyes I gaze into aren't as beautiful as yours. It hurts to not be with you but I know you don't love me. While you make the flowers bloom for me, I'm just a person who breathes to you. While the thought of you brings a smile to my face, I know you don't think of me. As I am about to close my eyes at night, I hear quiet sobs come from your room. I get up to walk to your room and lay in your bed with my arms around your waist. As your sobs turn into soft quiet breaths, I pull you close, wishing that this position wasn't only a friendly action to you.