I thought you'd be different, I told myself as I lie awake at 2am So many different qualities I found in you than I hadn't found in anyone else I was hesitant to talk to you, since you didn't really fit my type But I was so glad I did, because you turned out to be amazing Or so I thought We spoke everyday for hours and hours Never wanting to go to sleep so the conversations would never end I was lucky enough to have been able to hang out with you twice only to be left with a hug and a delay in our messages for a day or two We kept talking as the months went on and eventually I went back to school The texting faded, just like it had with everyone else I felt like history was repeating itself When we did talk sparks flew like they always had and it was back to not wanting to say goodbye And even getting to FaceTime with you made my day, er, my week But now I'm done I'm done being the first to say hi I'm done being the only one to put in the effort Don't complain to me that you were so lonely on Valentine's Day because we could've done something even though I couldn't have been there I honestly thought you'd be the one person I wouldn't be writing about Yet I always wake up at 2 in the morning thinking about you and what we could've been