Love hurts.
I found this out a while ago, but never truly realized it.
I loved him more passionately than I knew I could. And even though I was only seventeen, it hurt so bad.
I watched him fall in love with someone else, gave him advice when he needed it, and was there when his heart was broken.
When I had my chance to be with him, I kissed him with a fervor that was long overdo, but past its expiration date. The ferocity that I submitted belied my true feelings. It was like pouring a glass of soda, then waiting for all the carbonation to fizzle out before you drink it. Yet, still expecting it to taste the same.
It struck me, and I didn't know what to do. I spent ten years caring so much for him. Now, even though I care, and a part of my heart still loves him, I don't want to be with him anymore. My soda has lost its bubbles, and it just doesn't taste right anymore.

You know those songs, the ones about girls that the lead singer saw in a crowd, met at their concert, or ran into while they were out with friends.
Have you ever wondered if those songs were about you? Seriously, what if you were the girl whose eyes met his and inspired an adorable sweet song about him wanting to see you again.
I mean, why not? Happens all the time right?
I'd love to be that girl. I'll admit that I believe I am that girl for....well, I let you wonder. Not that I really think his song is about me, but...it could be. Couldn't it?