Why
Why does my whole being light up when she’s around?
Why do I miss her in such an odd way?
Why am I jealous that there are other people in her life that aren’t me?
Why will we never have more than the aquatinted ships passing in the night we have now?
Why is she the sweetest person I think I have ever met?
Why do I wish when she tells me she loves me, there was more behind it than there is?













