He has everything and yet he has none. He shed tears but claims to be alright. He smiles all day long without fail. He is perfect and yet so imperfect.
I didn't know when it began but my eyes always caught sight of him. Love so sweet yet why must it be him? I questioned myself everyday, every night, and every second but the answer has always been him.
Perhaps it's because he was the opposite of me. Perhaps it's because of his overly handsome face. Or perhaps because he's he that I feel this way. Whatever the reason is, my heart chose you; my heart beats only for you.
So what am I to do if you claim to love me. Why now of all times do you do this. After all this time that I braced myself to let you go; to be content with staring at you from afar and watch you soar. Now that I know that loving you would only hurt us both.