Nothing's wrong. It's all so unfortunately normal.
I am a silly girl. A silly girl with a crush.
And I know that you are a boy, and that boys are foolish.
But I don't think you so naive as to be oblivious to this.
Because all was well, and I was so comfortable and confidant
In who I was and all we were.
And all my insecurities and inadequacies melted away.
But then there was a night of expectation,
And a girl who brought disappointment.
And my vision of you changed
And my personal insecurities returned.
And now I'm left trying to get over you:
The one person who's ever really managed to get in.
The one I've allowed myself to depend on.
Even when I knew I shouldn't.
And I'm sorry that you probably never knew
How special you are to me.
Or how rare our interactions have been.
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