I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She intoxicates my thoughts,
I can almost smell her sweet scent.
Fresh laundry which I adore,
And I begin to wish I could hug her once more. 
Feel her smooth skin, her soft fleeces.
But it’s not meant to be.
For she doesn’t think of me, 
in the way I think of her -

Often. 

Just the thought of her makes my heart race
When I’m around her, my ears flush scarlet.
But it’s not meant to be.
Late nights and endless conversations.
When things were new, 
when they were fresh.
Discovering each other
watching a friendship grow.
Then overnight, like turning out the light,
Having it grow into more than friendship.
But it’s not meant to be.
The sleepless nights,
the doubts and frights.
Wishing I could change things beyond my control.
But it was not meant to be.

Cuz. 

She’ll never be my girl.