Wish

Constantly thinking about him. The way he looked, the way he acted. I could not get him out of my head. His eyes, his face, his smile and laugh. It hurts when he is away. And it hurts to know that I can't have him either.

I wonder if he ever thinks about me. If he wants me and needs me as much as I need him. I wonder if he sits and watches the stars and makes a wish: that I'll be his. I wonder if he hurts because he isn't with me.

I wonder if his heart beat quickens when he sees me. I wonder if his palms get sweaty and he thoat closes when I'm near. I wonder if he gets excited and smiles when he sees messages from me.

But reality bites. Fact is, he probably doesn't think about me, wonder about me, miss me or need me. Eventually you have to get over yourself and him. And fall back down to Earth; get your head out of the clouds. Don't cause yourself more pain than required.

My wish is to be with you. More than you'll ever know.