And then I see him standing there.
I see him standing there and I am overwhelmed with so much wanting. How much I want to be the one to make him smile that smile, how much I want to hold his hand, to kiss him, how much I want him to be mine.
God, I want him so much.
But as he is standing there, I am standing here realizing that no amount of desire would make him want me back. I am realizing... that I will continue wanting him forever.
Maybe I was just destined to want all these things I can't have.
Maybe I'm the girl who will grow old wanting...and not having.
