But somehow and for some reason I'm still hoping (and thinking) that we have a chance.
I like you so much it scares me, and it's incredibly unreal.
I love absolutely everything about you, and have grown to overlook the flaws you do have.
Please realize that as much as I want to move on, I haven't.
And please realize that as much as I wish I could say I won't give you another chance, I will.
Fight for me.
Show me that I matter.
Show me that you care.