Sometimes I feel like I might burst

into a million stars.

Sometimes I wonder,

if I’ll ever see you again.

And sometimes I wonder,

if I’ll ever get my happy ending.

If only you knew what I was feeling, maybe

you’d feel it too. And maybe you’re scared.

but there’s no reason to be. Because

I love you too.

Sometimes I feel like this.

Is it too much to ask.

Sometimes, I wish he’d understand. I wish he would get it. I used to want to tell him everything, the good, the bad, the stuff nobody cares about, but he doesn’t get it. I’ve heard the “ I miss you,” “I care about you,” “I like you.” Why don’t you show me?