Everyone says I'm cute. But I guess not cute enough. I always end up not enough, or "Just too good a friend" I keep on going, doing good, but I really don't care... About anything. I still just want to die. I am succeeding all my dreams because I have too. I don't want it. I just want to fall for someone, and have them fall for me. I want him to talk to me, and hold my hands again, like he did long ago. Two years and I still can't seem to find anyone I love as much as him. I go day by day, aching, full of pain I push away. I stare at him, because I know he'll never look at me. I try to move on, but no one I choose wants me.
