I look at him like that,
I love him.
But I know he doesn’t look at me that way.
How could he?
This isn’t a fairy tale.
I think about him like that,
All the time.
But I know he doesn’t think about me.
How could he?
This isn’t a movie.
I feel he’s right.
I need him.
But I know he doesn’t feel the same.
How could he?
This isn’t Hollywood.
I go through the days,
Wanting him.
But I know he doesn’t want me that way.
How could he?
I’m not a princess.
I dream about him,
Every night.
But I know he doesn’t dream about me.
How could he?
I’m nothing special.
How could he hold me in his arms?
How could he love me?
How could he feel the same about me?
How could he?
When this is real life?