i never met this girl. i wish i never fell in love. these days, i write everything in my diary and i write only about my love. only about how i feel for her. only about the pain. a part of me wants to really make her realize how much she means to me. that part of me cries every day hoping for things to change, waiting for her to understand what i am really going through. the rest of me is trying to tell me the truth- it’s never going to work out, that she is never coming back, that she will never be mine.
i feel like i don't 