Why can't I just ever be the one.That he tells me I'm beautiful and I shine like the sun.That he wants to call and speak on the phone. Or always be with him so he's never alone.Who he thinks about, all day long.And helps him feel better when things go wrong.I want to be the one who gets chosen first.Who makes him feel so happy, he just wants to burst.
Yet, I always feel at the bottom of his list. Like I'm just any other girl that he's ever kissed. He doesn't seem to care we didn't see each other all week. I try so hard just to get the words that I seek.He never responds to me when I text.I am getting really tired, I just want to say next.I feel for me that this needs to be done.I need to find someone who thinks I am the one.
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