day by day, without intention.
he gets closer and closer to my heart.
inch by inch, he moves deeper and deeper.
and everyday, i'm horribly reminded.
he isn't mine.
someone told me that to a girl, high school love
is all about making him yours, not hers.
and for a long time i agreed.
i came to realize, love--high school or not--
was about making them feel loved and appreciated,
cared for and happy.
you seem happy.
and for as long as you are happy, so will i.
even if it's her you pick every time.
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