It's always been you. It will always be you. No matter how hard I try to get you off my mind, you will always be my 11:11 wish and my 4 am thoughts and I hate myself for that. God, do I hate myself for that. And yet, I still waste my 11:11 on you but instead of wishing to be in your arms, it's wasted on wishing I can get you and your beautiful blue eyes out of my head. It's wasted on not wanting to remember all the shy glances and smiles and the times I was damn sure I was the one. I guess she is the one though. Of course she is the one. She's tall, pretty, blonde, and has so much more to offer than I do. I'm not surprised though, because I'm nothing compared to her. I'm just a grain of sand and she's your whole ocean. But I guess if happy is being with her, then I happy for you.
