I like you. A lot. And yes, we both know it. But you think you love her, don’t you? Do you not see how much it hurts me to watch you two kiss in front of me? Do you not see me blush when you look at me, do you not notice me staring, do you not understand that it kills me to watch you pretend I’m not here?
Obviously you don’t, or I wouldn’t be in so much pain.
Or maybe you do, but you just don’t care.
Oh, of course you don’t care! Why would I ever think otherwise?
Maybe because a girl can dream.
And dream I damn well will do.