The feelings in my heart obviously should not be felt. Yet im not quite sure why I don't feel the need to do anything about them. I have always wanted to love you, although I never wanted you to be mine. 

We are all too young to speak of forever

Yet our hearts seem to speak those words for us

For it seems to be that our minds are confused and our hearts know the truth.

I dont want to be the only one you love. But for some reason I can't stop myself from wanting you to be falling asleep next to me, to be the one I call in the middle of the night when I dream of my world coming to an end.

But here I am sitting in yoga pants and an old t shirt, unbrushed hair, and last night's makeup clinging to the corners of my eyes. And instead of telling you how I feel I am pretending to not feel anything.

anything at all