Do you ever just lay in bed, and just think about how, if you didn't say hi to him in the hallway,
that one time then you wouldn't have became friends,
then started liking each other,
then start dating,
then have the best times of your lives, Together going to the movies,
Meeting each others parents,
Breaking rules for each other,
late night car rides,
then planning your whole future together, that you wouldn't feel this way right now crying your heart out,
Breaking down,
wanting to crawl in a hole
And just blame yourself for everything, hating yourself for everything that you did wrong
And not cherishing the times you had together.
Just think about the laughs and smiles you shared,
the way he said your name,
the scent of him,
they look he gave you when he finally saw you,
the warmth of his skin on yours,
his arms tightly around you,
The touch of his lips on yours.
And you just miss it all, but now you guys just walk past each other in the hallway like strangers and every time you see him your heart just aches and you feel like you're never going to get over him because he was the best thing that ever happened to you.
You just have no motivation or hope...
My restless mind doesn't stop to think about things before suggesting them to me, pushing my hopes up. I often have debates with myself inside my head. Good thing nobody else hears it though, otherwise I'm certain I'd get some weird stares.
My mind continues to argue with me, but really, I'm just arguing with myself.
Maybe he likes you.
He doesn't.
What about the kiss?
A dare, nothing more.
You love him.
Sure I do, but why would he love someone like me?
Do I love him? That's a good question... Wait, why am I even thinking about this stuff? This is just me talking to myself, just me shooting possibilities out there, hopes and dreams that most certainly won't come true. I have sanity to realize this, but unfortunately, the other side of me thinks otherwise.
You liked kissing him.
STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!!! My heart races just at the thought. I did like kissing him. But it was only a dare. Stop reminding me about it, for god's sake!
Maybe he liked it too.
Probably not.
Maybe he's thinking about you right now, as you are him.
Ha! If only!
Those last words echo in my mind. If only... If only he felt the same. Maybe he does, but I'm not about to bet my money on it. Probably not. Who would love me?
If only... he did.