I just hate you can't pick who you love
I mean at least let me pick who loves me. I keep hoping for those chills on my arms and that soft touch of your sweet,warming,soothing lips. The lips that once said "I think I might love you" I wish you would have thought about that might of been love before you loved her instead of me. It's almost insane how months can go by and you're still the only one id ever want.
I love you but you'll never know. Prideful and sadden and a little weak I still pray every night while I gather those pieces and hope for you to come back and be the guy that's been in my dreams every night.