When i see you, i automatically feel better. About my sister’s death, about my insecurities and about anything else I have ever done or thought. I know it’s wrong to let you see me like this with my guard down. Especially since you have a girlfriend and all; i know i’m screwed, but i’m addicted to you boy. Nothing will change that. I wish it was me that your arms were wrapped around, not her. You should be mine, not hers and i can’t help but think that every time i see you. I hate that you love her and not me, i hate that i do this to myself. But i just can’t move on from you boy. I hate that i can joke around with you and feel like i’m on top of the world; but when she comes around i fall of the face of the earth. I wish i were her, and i wish you loved me the way i love you. Because boy i’m falling harder for you everyday.