Of course I daydream about him.
But it hurts when I do it.
I don't feel happy, like
When I did it with conor.
Instead I want to cry.Because I know that it'll
Never happen,
I'll never see him again.
I'll never hug him.
Or kiss him.
And he'll never love me.
It's just not logical.
Why would he love me?
*He's *Alexander*.
He does water polo,
Golfs,
And is the total Californian.
When I'm here,
Listening to my indie music,
Writing,
Reading,
And wishing I had friends.
We're just not comparable,
I mean,
We have nothing in common.So, as I sit here,
Wishing I could hold him,
One last time.
My heart is breaking,
Knowing it'll never happen.17 August, 2014
2 months, 5 days
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A Summer Story
PoetryA story of a stupid girl that didn't say goodbye and regrets it everyday.