I love you. I have for a while now. I love your sweet temperament, your angel voice, your sweet eyes and kind laugh. I love your hands and your smile and how smart you are. How you’re funny without meaning to be. How you get embarrassed easily. How you are loyal and dedicated. You would never leave anyone behind. When you were showing me your song today, I know you were singing about her, but I can’t help but wish it was about me. I had to try so damn hard not to cry. I hope she knows how lucky she is. But I guess second place is better than no place at all. But I’m not sure how much longer I can keep pretending. It’s hurting me. But you don’t see it. You don’t see me. I miss you all the time and we’re not even together. I’m never going to be good enough for you, am I?