so here i am.
sitting home alone.
i'm so sick and tired of being alone all the time.
it's nice, but sometimes i want someone to hold me.
i know i've told myself that i'm better off alone, but the truth is i'm not.
i guess i just tell myself that so i don't feel bad about the fact that i'm not anyone's first choice.
that i don't have anyone who will call me at 2am just to hear my voice.
that i won't get random texts throughout the day from someone telling me they love me.
i like someone, but they don't like me back.
and they have a girlfriend who's super nice and pretty.
but that's just the story of my life.
i fall too hard, too fast, and too easy.
i can't help who i fall for, and i can't choose when i fall for them.
i long for that affection so bad that i'll fall in love if someone holds a door for me.
it's funny, because i don't think we've ever said more than 5 minutes worth of words to each other, yet i get hurt when i see you hug your own girlfriend.
i can't help it, and it sucks.
but Cole, you'll never know how charming i think you are.
or how good it felt to hug you that night of amber's party.
i don't think i'll forget how you smiled right before you said my name and said goodbye.
it was pretty, like watching someone paint a picture.
i only say that because i think you're a work of art.
so anyway, i'm happy you're happy, i just wish you could've been happy with me.
- the girl who regrets not having a chance