i know im not the person you want.
i do know that i promise.
but late at night when youre holding me bare and exposed against your chest, i cant help but think i may be.
when youre laughing alongside me in the car and you turn to me, those dazzling hazel eyes shining as they meet mine, i cant help but think i may be.
when youre whispering secrets to me until the early hours of the morning, our scents combing and lingering in a haze around us, i cant help but think maybe.
i know im not the person you want, nor will i ever be.
but its nice to pretend sometimes.