I want to scream at the top of my lungs that I love you, but I know that you don’t want to hear it, at least, not from me, because it’s not my love that you want. But do you know what I want, or do you even care? Do you know that I lay awake at night thinking of how much I miss what we had, and I wonder if sometimes you do the same. But why would you? You wanted to leave it behind to look for something better, and, who knows, maybe you found it. Maybe you are happy without me. Maybe you don’t need me, but I refuse to really believe that. I don’t want to let that idea form in my mind, because I know that I might realize that it could be true, but I just keep telling myself that it’s not, that there is still a chance for me and you. Did I ever really mean anything to you? Was I really special? You tell me that I am, and that you care about me, yet you still don’t want me. You tell me that there’s a place in your heart for me, but you don’t understand, I don’t want just part of your heart, I want all of it, and I want to give you all of mine. I know that this sounds crazy. I hear my own thoughts and laugh. I know that there is no real love and no real hope and nothing lasts forever, but I can dream, can’t I? |
