Love is hard, so I'll write about it.

bye

I don't want to.
I don't want to say bye.
I don't want you to leave.
But we both know you need to.

I have these fantasies where it's like a romance book. We love each other, but our situation sucks. Maybe not overly dramatic but something like this..:

It's raining. Thunder booms through the window of my room.
You. All this makes me think of you. I swear my brain connects the tiniest things to you. Though, this is out favourite weather.
Then, I realize, we never got to sit outside and watch a storm together. We never got to look at the stars after the clouds pass. We never got through the storm.

Before I know it, I'm up. In a flash I'm out of bed and asking my mom to borrow the car. I'm at your house. Standing outside in the raging rain. I am completely soaked.
Do I knock on the door? Should I scream your name?

I decide to call you, hopefully you haven't blocked me yet.
It rings three times, on the third ring I'm ready to give up and drive home. That's when you answer.
"Hello..?" Your voice is husky, maybe you just woke up. I reply with a short 'Hi', hoping you can hear me through the rain. Over the phone I can hear you shifting, probably sitting up.
"...Why are you calling me...?" you say, confused.
Why am I calling you? Why am I standing here in the rain outside your house? Let's find out.
"Go outside." I say, louder than my pathetic hi. You begin to question me, but I cut you off by ending the call. All I can do now is wait, wait for you to come out, or for me to give up on this again.
You walk outside in a pair of grey sweatpants with a white shirt. Perfect. You look perfectly you.

By this time, I am soaking wet. With my hair and clothes sticking to me, my mascara has to be running, I probably look like a hot mess. I don't care.

You seem surprised to see me.
"Why are you doing here?" you ask, hesitantly moving towards me.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I, I know I shouldn't be here. But, I can't do this without you." I say, holding my hands out and shrugging my shoulders. I am defeated.
"What are you saying?" You ask, but i see realization dawn on your beautiful face. You know why I'm here. I know why I'm here, let's get to it.
Instead of answering the question you asked, I start walking towards you.
Here, in this pouring rain, we are both soaking wet.
I walk up to you, "Take me back. Forgive me." I say.
You close the distance between us. Placing your lips against mine in a heated passion. In that second, we are one. We are once again together, okay again...

That is my fantasy. I, I know that we can't have that. i am sorry im not her

i'm sorry i'm not the right person for you.

I'm sorry I won't ever be her.

Bye.