“Why do they call it a crush? Because that's how you feel when they don't feel the same way in return.” -Unknown
Lately, I've come to develop quite the crush on someone. Its a very bad crush at that. I am terrified to have such strong feelings for a person, for more than one reason. Both of us being in serious relationships doesn't help. Not to mention the distance. I'm terrified to tell them how I feel, as I'm afraid of rejection. Nothing is worse than having someone you care about tell you they don't feel the same way.
I felt like writing tonight, as I've been a little blue. This song is what I ended up with:
I’d do anything to see him
Even if it means when that moment is done
He’d forget everything about me
I would take out the seconds, each one
And no one could take that from me
And nothing could ever go wrong
Because when in his arms I’d be happy
Even just for a minute of song
Each breath would be a new start
Because I would be held in his warm embrace
I would wait for that perfect moment
Where the memories without him, I’d erase
And no one could take that from me
And nothing could ever go wrong
Because when in his arms I’d be happy
Even just for a minute of song
The distance just feels so much greater
As I count down the months and the days
The wait, it is getting harder
I am longing for his amazing gaze
And no one could take that from me
And nothing could ever go wrong
Because when in his arms I’d be happy
Even just for a minute of song
And no one could take that from me
And nothing could ever go wrong
Because when in his arms I’d be happy
I’ve been waiting for what seems like so long
I also managed to come up with this poem. Its not as good as my song, but I figured it was worth posting anyway.
I see him standing there
Just a figment of my mind
Then I remember
The things I’ve put behind
I think of the girl who gets to call him her own
And I realize that its not me
I would do anything to be that girl
I wish that’s who I could be
I knew one day this moment would come
When I’d face these feelings
Each and everyone
Not able to speak the words, as they lye on the edge of my tongue
I’m scared to lose my chance
But afraid that that chance has come and gone
I see such a perfect romance
I don’t want to lose what I don’t already have
If only I could tell him
If I could just make him see
Maybe someday
His girl would be me
<3 Romy