You see I know what we had.
What we were
Were
I know that you stole kisses when people weren't looking .
Holding my hand underneath the table
Whispering I love you's whenever you had the chance.
Sitting on the bed foreheads touching, breathing hitched just simply staring into each others eyes to pass the time.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't like that .
Maybe even love it?
But I'm sorry,
I've moved on .
She loves me.
I love her,
I really,
Really,
Really do.
Yes it hurts but it had to happen.
I had to move on and you do too.
You could've guessed else we're in love by the way we stole glances in class and made stupid excuses to laugh.
And if you guessed then you were right because,
I do love her and,
I'm happy I moved on because,
She isn't you.
She's better than you and you know why?
She doesn't have to steal kisses when no ones looking, she takes them proudly for the whole world to see.
She holds my hand up walking down the street.
She screams that she loves me from the roof tops because she isn't afraid or ashamed to love me.
Not like you were.
She'll
never
Be
You.
A/N ~ Im sorry about the quality I really am. It's just another shitty writing from a bored 14 year old. I've changed this book into a sort of monologue/ballad book because it's what I like to write but yeah thanks : )
