I love him but we all see how much he cares. He never speaks to me...He is too busy talking to her. I spend my days wasteing my 11:11 wishes on him....wasteing my tears on him....wasteing my time on waiting for even the silightest acknowledgement of myself. I've been told to move on,but can't seem to do so. I can still feel his gentle kiss upon my lips. His arms around me, but then I jump back to reality. I think to myself "I'm foolish to think a guy like him could possibly love a girl like me. He was a test that I miserablely failed"
