tonight,
she looks
out her bedroom window,
up at the stars, thinking of him,
again.
that was pretty much all she had
been doing lately. why cant he see me as
m o r e than his best friend? she thought.
what is wrong with me? why arent i good
enough?
at that same moment, hes laying on his bed
with her picture in his hands. she was his best
friend,
the only girl he ever wanted to be with, but how
could he
[ever]
be good
enough for her?
tonight, again, both of them
c o m p l e t e
l y oblivious
mineee:)