It’s me again. I met you over a year ago. A Friday in May. You were the first boy who picked me up and spun me around like in the movies. You had me hooked. People told me that you would never liked me, but i knew we had something special. You walked me to class every day. And i loved it. Then on day, you just stopped. No warning. Nothing. I was heart broken. I wanted you dearly. I craved your approval. Over a year later, I think I’ve fallen for your best friend and you won’t leave me alone. I’m almost over you, but you keep coming back. You’re giving me a hint of doubt that you like me, but then you go with another girl. You’re a player. I’m done.
The Girl You’ll Never Have