Don't Forget

You tell me you love me.
I tell you, "I love you too," but then, what you cannot hear, I whisper softly to myself, "more than you know."
You smile because we're great friends, but you don't know the aching inside my heart when I see that smile.
When I see your hair.
When I see your skin.
You don't understand the feeling I feel; as though I am sick.
This story is clichéd, but so is my heart and my very existence.
I'll never say I word of it to you face, so of course you'll never know that I go to sleep with a head full of thoughts of you.
You'll never know that you're all I seem to talk about.
No, I won't ever tell you because I know you won't feel the same way.
You've said it so many times before, even though you never actually had to say it.
I can read between the lines, Darling, I know you don't want me and you never will.
So will it always be enough for me to watch from afar while you go on, forever changing who you are?
In the end will you still be there for me to spill all my problems to at the drop of the hat; never judging and always listening when no one else will?
I love you...don't forget me the next time that you change.