It was stupid of me, wasn't it?
Praying for something that could never happen.
I spent months wishing you'd feel the same way although you were left in oblivion, because lack the courage and I'm too gawky and you're so fascinating and lovely and everyone thinks you're great and I could never approach you and risk a goodbye.
And when I stand next to you all I could see in front of my eyes is an angel but all I could hear is my mind telling me that I wasn't good enough for you.
And I hate that you don't know how much I think about you everyday and I hate myself for even feeling this way in the first place.
But I still love you even though I don't want to and it still hurts but maybe it's love because it's supposed to hurt and I'm still hoping you'd see me and I'm still wishing I would stop.
God please let me stop.