Him

      Every one and his mother believes I shouldn't be with him, sometime it's a struggle. And sometimes I know it's not meant  to be. I love him. Yes I do, I will always have his heart and he will always have mine.

      I dream constantly about this boy but yet it always end in catastrophe. 

    For three years I kept silent but we always fought. If he really knew what I wanted to say he would probably cry. But that's probably only true in my head. 

    I know I'm not always right, I know I'm not perfect. You told me I was in your eyes and that was probably to long ago for you to remember. But that's what kept me going.