One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
I hope one day you accidentally come across one of the many bobby pins that I’ve left on your dresser over the past two years. I hope one day the song that made you think of me comes on and you remember the happy times. I hope one day a wrecking ball hits you in the chest and you’re left feeling like I do right now.