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You're so damn special. I don't care what they think of you (though I agree with them too). I always put in mind you were never what I wanted. There was nobody else who least fitted my ideal (not entirely true.ü). Yet that idea seems to dissolve everytime you hold me, smile at me, talk to me, laugh with me, laugh at me, send me your emo messages (despite your knowing of my anti-emoness), and even when you just catch my eye . . .
When you talk to me about your past/present/only love, jealousy barely registers on my mind. What I feel instead is joy, knowing that you are comfortable with me, knowing that you trust me. When you keep on denying that you have a crush on someone, yet you keep on asking (bugging, actually) me about her. When you get moody and offend me, then you pacify me . . .
When I know that you're hurting. And I know that she doesn't care anymore. Still I know it's her you want, coz it'll show if it's me. And I know that I can't and I WON'T take you away from where you want to be.
