Okay, I'll admit it. I love him. I've been so bloody stupid, ignoring the fact that we're perfect for each other. He's the only person I want, the only person that can put up with my childish ramblings, and my occasional insanity. There's only one person I want, and now I can't have him. I love him, I'm ashamed of how I've treated him, and I've loved him for a lot longer than I want to admit. I want to tell him I love him and how much I care. But she's got him now. I hope she looks after him, gives him all her love, gazes into his crystal eyes and realises how lucky she is to have him. He goes on and on about how perfect she is, how he's finally got it right in love. How she's all he's dreamed about at night. He's the reason that my pillows are wet, the one thing I dream about at night. And when I see them together, my heart shatters. They look like they were made for each other. Laughing, smiling and him being the laugh.
I love him more than anyone else, and now I can't have him.
If only I could have him.