Today I admired him,
Because tomorrow he might not be mine.
He wasn't even doing anything but I smiled as I stared. I wish I could have taken a photo but not even a photo could capture that moment.
I love him... and I'm scared to lose him... so here I am. Sad, depressed, and worried.
That one day I'll wake up and he'll be done with me. He'll like another girl, she'll mean the world to him, she'll be the best thing thats ever happened to him, she'll give him more then I could, she'll be better than me.
It'll hurt like hell, but if he's happy... I'll move aside and leave.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoesiaA series of thoughts, that I cannot mute. Some would have these at night, while I have them all day.
