im never the girl
who gets the guy. who makes his head turn in the hallways. im
never the girl he'll want to hold for hours or kiss me whenever
he wants. im not the girl he'd date in a heartbeat and be proud
to call his, because honestly, what do i even have to offer? why
would he choose me over somebody as perfect as her? and the
saddest part is, no matter how much i love you, and even though i
love you a hundred times more than she does, that doesnt change
anything. i know im not perfect, but it just sucks you will never
know how much i would give to be loved back for once.