Apart I cannot ask “do you miss me?” of course he does. But he'll never say it I cannot say “please stop flirting with her” since it's not my place anymore I cannot call myself his girl because he doesn't call me it himself I cannot say “I love you” because he won't return it I cannot ask to see him, although it's the one thing I want its the last thing he can stand I cannot tell him how much this hurts me Because it hurts him just the same -Eleanor
Inside the brain of a so-called "pretty geek". Poems, short stories, and quirks