Sometimes I see him and I think that he might actually feel the same way about me that I do about him. Like there’s something in his eyes when he smiles, like maybe that only belongs to me. But then when I really look at him, and then look at myself, I realize that he could do so much better than me. Not because I am ugly or stupid or have a terrible personality, but because he is so lovely that nobody could be good enough to deserve his time.
I always forget he’s human; that we all are. It’s just so hard to see past this image of him I’ve already got in my head.