She yells because she cares; she cries because she’s frustrated. She randomly smiles because she’s thinking of you, even if you’re already there. She scrunches her face because she’s about to explode, not because she’s constipated. She hits you because she wants to touch you. She stares at you because she’s infatuated. She calls every half hour because she misses you. She lectures you because she’s boss, not mom. She kisses you because she just wants to. She asks you questions because she’s curious, not to be annoying. She wants to know where you are to be with you. She calls just to hear your voice. She walks beside you to hold your hand. She sits close to you to lean on your shoulder. She stands in front of you because she wants a hug. Just face it boy; she’s in love with you.
I should have known that I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairytale, I’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet lead up the stairwell. This ain’t Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went & let me down. Now it’s too late for you & your white horse to come around.
And that guy, well, I’ll never forget him. Not ever. I’ve learned so much about life and emotion from knowing him and I wouldn’t change a thing about it, including the ending. Your heart needs to go through some bumps like these once in a while. Besides, he has made a monumental impact on me and on my life in these past few years. I know no matter how many years go by, my stomach will always do a little flip whenever I see that face.