god, you're beautiful. you're beautiful. and i love you and you don't love me and it hurts.
"it hurts to look at you." i say that all the time. but that's because it's true.
i want you here with me. but you're not. and you won't be. and you're leaving me next year and i won't be able to see you anymore and you're so goddamn beautiful that i can't stand the thought of losing you.
(please stay)
