A part of me knows you will never feel the same about me as I do you. There is also a part of me
that holds onto every bit of hope that you do or will. Causing me to drown myself in anything
that will remind me of you. I will eventually have to give you up and a part of me wants to make
every single moment with you count. Every single second. Looking at you will be cherished.
Until I work up the courage to do anything, you'll remain completely oblivious to everything I
feel for you- and that's what hurts the most. You don't know how you get to me. When you look
into my eyes I melt like a burning wax candle. The way you speak sends shivers down my spine.
Your laugh is like a song I could listen to on repeat. I try not to tell you what I love about you
because that would break us, wouldn't it? because I am not supposed to love you. Well, I can't
love you like this and you don't know how you fucking get to me, Okay? Your body in those
skinny jeans or your hair in a messy bun that shows off your beautiful neck; Your smile when I
make you laugh or the kindness you show me when I am an absolute mess. I don't deserve you.
It's as simple as that.
