I guess... I was wrong.
I had hoped that maybe he was in love with me too, but the last few days... he hasn't spoken to me at all. I feel kind of forlorn. I won't ever get over him.
I gave him my heart, and he broke me. But I still love him. I wrote this poem about us.
I gave you my heart,
And you tore it in two;
But still here I stand,
Waiting for you.
All through the night,
I strained for your voice;
But all that I heard
Was the cry of your choice.
But then, there you were,
When the sun rose;
Wiping my tears
And holding me close.
...I can only wish.
