Like the air, how I love to touch him too.
Like his past, I wish he won't ever let me go too.
Like the places he'd been to, I also want to see how his eyes glow.
Like music, I want him to love me too.
I want to be the one to soothe his troubled soul.
I want to be everything he ever needs.
I want to be the reason why his agonizing stare is perfectly gorgeous.

Oh how I want him to want me too.
I want him to love me like how I love him.

But..

I can't.
I just can't make him want me.
I cannot make him love me.

And this is the reality I have to deal with.
I can never be everything to him.