I met you two and a half years ago and it changed my life. You were every bit of a gentlemen, and your smile made my heart beat fast. Your warmth pulled me out of my icy depths, and you showed me a world full of color and joy. Some memories I have with you, don't even seem real. They are so perfect; it almost seems as if I dreamed them. I remember smiling and laughing more than I ever have in my entire life with you. You were my prince and I was your princess. It was love. We couldn't get enough of each other.
Then we started having hard times. Sin crept in, and our relationship started sinking fast. We tried to hang on, but eventually you let go. I prayed and hoped you would come back and we would be happy again.
And thats exactly what happened. You flew back into my life like a cool breeze. I was in heaven again. I thought you were too.
Then things got hard again. You became distant, and I became clingy. The usual boy girl relationship.
And then you decide you want to be friends, so I agree to it.
Friends...such a simple word, but not when it comes to you. Your actions scream out that you love me, but your words say otherwise. Which do I believe? Everyday is a rollercoaster with you, and Im just along for the ride trying not to throw up.
Either way Im the loser. I am in love with you, and only you.
A close friend asked me this: "So who do you see in the future now?" I had no response, cause its empty without you there.
It has and will always be you.