ever since you left you’re all I think about. I see you in strangers, I see you in my dreams. how am I suppose to ‘move on’ when I’m in love with you? I’m sitting here thinking about you while you’re thinking about her. I don’t understand why you think so badly about yourself. you’re perfect just the way you are. I wish I could tell you how much you really mean to me. all I want to do it go to your house and pull you in for a kiss then admit my love for you. but I am just a coward, a coward that loves you.