* sigh *

I wish he'd want to hold me forever.

But, he doesn't.

I wish he desired me.

But, he doesn't.

I wish I was the one he wants to be with.

But, I'm not.

I wish I was who he is looking for.

But, I'm not.

So, why do I feel closer and closer?

Why have I started to imagine the "what ifs"?

Why have I started to feel?

I've never done that before.

Thought I could control things.

* sigh *

I guess my crash, after the fall, will be pretty messy.