There have been so many times that I have wanted to spill my guts and tell you everything. The first time we met, when I found out you had a girl friend, every time we talk.
It’s pointless I know, but still I sit here and write you a letter I know I’ll never show you. You have gotten into my head, and I can’t seem to get you out of it.
You’re the perfect guy, your relationship status just seems to get in the way. They say what happens in the cooler stays in the cooler, but our morals get in the way. Don’t tell me the thought hasn’t crossed your mind.
This is a hot mess that won’t go away. So here I am wishing on a shooting star for something I can never have.