Hopeless
As I stood outside watching my breath merge with the cold air and starlight, I realized that he will never need me as much as I need him to need me.
As I stood outside watching my breath merge with the cold air and starlight, I realized that he will never need me as much as I need him to need me.
As I leaned to kiss her on the cheek, she decided the lips would be better, and my heart stopped mid-beat.
"If you think that will help," I said blankly, and with those words, I planted the seeds for two years of mourning.
If I wasn't depressed, I wouldn't have fallen for you, but I was, and I did, and I'm sorry for what's about to happen.
It's been almost four years, and I still cant forget her smile as she walked away without a goodbye.
Her eyes locked with mine and I felt sick with happy nausea, but she looked away without a smile.
I stood inbetween them feeling uncomfortable and thought, "Because of these two boys, I have to always watch what I say fearing I might accidently lead either of them on."
Seven years later is love still unrequited when he whispers, "I've been in love with you for years" on the cold steps of a bowling alley?
After years of pursuing men and boys, I've discovered it's easiest to fall for one you know will never like you back, simply because he doesn't know.
For nineteen years, five hours and six minutes, I've loved a man I could never be with.
He longed for me for four years in high school and then forgot; I avoided him for four years in high school and then obsessed for ten about what could have been.