How is it that someone can be my other half,
my solid rock,
my midnight thoughts,
my reason for living,
my lighthouse in the middle of a storm,
but be completely clueless about it?
Why, when I have told him time after time,
I love you,
You mean the world to me,
he just doesn't get it?
Is he always this oblivious,
has he always been and I just didn't notice?
What more can I do,
what more can I say,
to let him know?
I would have given up by now,
had it not been for his words,
he is the one who kept me holding on,
he is the one who picked up my broken pieces,
and put me back together.
But now he barely looks at me.
Those eyes that I used to gaze into
and see myself reflected in their depths,
now seem as unfamiliar as the ocean.
What did I do to deserve this?
He knows me better than anyone in the world,
but we haven't had a deep talk in ages.
The one I used to be able to call my best friend, my love,
is now like a stranger, passing me without a second glance.
And the worst part,
is that I don't know why!