My stomach drops when I think that I will never have you. I'll never hold your hand, I'll never sit by you and listen to you talk. I'll never call you when something bad happens. Or something good. I won't be the one you hold on rainy days. I won't spend hours next to you just watching you laugh and memorizing every little thing about you.
And something inside of me dies, when I think that some other girl will be doing all these things with you. *And you'll be doing them with her.