It's been a year since you met her.
It's been eleven months since you broke up with me.
It's been ten months since you started dating her.
It's been three months since you announced your engagement.
And while you are deciding on flower arrangements, I'm still crying.
You tell me to move on, but where do I go? You tell me there's tons of fish in the water, so the waters I will test.
I met him a week ago. He has long hair, like you used to. When you were still my Sam. Not hers. He has the same dark eyes as you. He looked at me how I wished you would still look at me. Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection.
I wish he was you.
I kiss his lips, and I taste your mouth. I hold his hand, and I feel your touch. He speaks my name, I hear your voice. Everything he does to me reminds me of what you used to do to me. What you now do to her.
I can't help but wonder what you would do if you were the one who was spending the night.
I wish that I was looking into your eyes.
Oh, why won't you just walk through and bust in the door and take me away? Because in your eyes, I'd like to stay.
When I'm with him I'm thinking of you. Only you. There will only be you to me. To you, there will only be her. I guess second best is all I'll ever know.
A/N – Sad? I almost cried while writing it. Poor, poor Leah. :( I was having writers block in one of my stories. I don't really feel like writing the other one. So, when in doubt, put my iTunes on shuffle and write song based oneshtots!