God, I'm so in
love with you.
But I always knew her name would be the one you repeat in your head
over and over and I knew her face would never leave your mind and
all the things she's ever told you would come up into your memory
whenever someone speaks of something she likes. My eyes aren't as
brown as hers, and my personality isn't as radiant either but oh
God, do I love you.
Maybe if I spoke a little louder, or had more interesting stories
to say, I would be the one you want.
But she's beautiful and I'm not and she has your attention and
that's not something I can win over without having to throw myself
I have no idea how many times I've apologized to myself for not
being good enough for you. You were never supposed to end up with
someone like me anyway. But God, do I love you.