I was so scared to lose him, until I realized I already had. All the time we’d spent together, everytime my heart started to love his a little more, until I finally accepted the illusion I was desperately trying to bring into reality.
His mind never thought of me like how I did of him, his heart wasn’t filled with me, like mine was with his.
But he was happy, not with me but with her and I knew it all along but what can I say
it was all just a desperate desire