To her, from me.

at night, I think about what you’re doing and what I’m doing and how different they are you’re in a different world a world that doesn’t include me

someday i know i’ll see you and we’ll talk and smile and get along wonderfully but you live in a different world where there’s always kids underfoot where it’s normal to go out and do something with twenty of your closest friends

and i’m always afraid that you’re there just getting closer to those you’ve left behind and getting farther away from me

i like you and i think that we might have something but i’m worried that you’ll go home and see, as you put it “the only guy i’ve ever had a crush on” and fall in love again

because when you’re there i’m not part of your life however much i’d like to be

maybe i’ll send a text and get a response

saying “i’m so glad to hear from you” or “i’ve missed our talks” or “i’ve decided i have enough time to go out with someone” “and that person is you”

wishful thinking, I know but maybe just this once wishes can come true