When I feel alone, my mind floats back to the memory of being with him. He was so affectionate, tender, kind, perfect. But he didn’t want me anymore, and so he couldn’t be mine either. And now he’s happy with someone else. He’s affectionate, tender, kind and perfect to her. He loves her— not me. But he’s still this perfect person in my mind. My first love. And I’m— I’m just the girl he dated before he met the one.
To care so much about one person
And to think about them
And to have them make me laugh and smile.
And I want them to love me too.
Not creepily and obsessively.
Not controlling or selfishly.
I just need someone who cares.
Who will actually fight to be in my life,
Even when I try to push ‘em out
Cos “life gets tough sometimes.”
I want someone to try and show that they care.
Cos I know I’ll always do whatever is in my power to do the very same.