I Don't Make Sense...

Dear boy,
I'm getting really fucking tired of thinking about you. I'm tired of thinking about your stupid smile, your stupid lips or the way you'd feel laying against me. I'm tired of missing you. Tired of longing for you... Tired of you not feeling the same way, or at least not saying you do. You say you don't do love anymore... but... I'm in love with you. hopelessly, painfully in love with you. I'm dreaming of that sexy smirk you do in every damn picture. dreaming of you smirking right before your mouth crashes into mine. God, I could spend forever kissing you. I could spend forever making you smile. Saying this, I know that isn't how my life will go... But I can picture you being there for always. You're my best friend, kisses or not. And I know I'm not making sense, I never do. You know that. I love you. No matter what. And yes... you decisive to be happy. If anyone does... you do...