I'm here for her, even if she's not here for me.
I love her in a way she never loved me back.
I try to move on, but I can't forget her...
while she walks away like it was nothing.
Still, I stay - quietly, from a distance,
following her world, waiting...
not because I have to, but because my heart hasn't learned how to let go.
I don't even like stories...
but with her,
I wanted to write one.