I’m losing you but you aren’t even mine, you belong to someone else. I assumed you’d have good intentions for me but that was my mistake. I assumed; how reckless of me to have assumed the most positive of things. I’m losing you but you aren’t even mine to love yet you’re always on my mind. But how lost do I have to be in order for you to come and find me and love me wholeheartedly? I wish people would never ask about my love life because it seems like I could never love or be loved right. I need peace of mind before my mind ends up in pieces because I can no longer stand being alone. I should’ve just left you alone; I shouldn’t have turned your heart into a home. I looked for love in all the wrong places and fell in love with all the wrong faces. Maybe in your quiet time at exactly the right time, you could possibly be mine to love wholeheartedly. I finally understand it now; I’m a hopeless romantic who will always insist on remaining hopeful.