I find it funny how after being broken so many times. I still feel love towards her. I love her so much. I truly love her. She is perfect to me. She makes me laugh, I make her laugh. I love her so much. She knows how I feel, and nothing. She's my best friend. I cry at the thought soon I'll be leaving her if shit keeps going the way it is now. I cry at the thought that she doesn't care about me. I cry at the thought that I'm not good enough for her. I cry because I know these are true. I love her. She's the single, perfect, person in my eyes. She doesn't care. I hope she knows.
