She likes him.
Even if they say they're friends.
I always recognize love when I see it.
He doesn't see it but I do.
I was there too. Seeking for love because I was looking for it for a very long time.
I do recognize all kinds of love.
And I know that she knows that I know about her feelings.
That's why she didn't talked to me when it was her birthday when he went to the bathroom. She started to talking to me afterwards, when he came back.
I really hope that he can see it someday.
She likes him.
But I do too.
She told me once on Private message that she will love him no matter if I was her Girlfriend because she doesn't care about me.
And she told a lot of stuff I really hope she didn't mean it.
I won't tell anything about it.
He has to see it someday and he will have to make a choice.
I will let it be.

Life is wise and I really hope God answers my prayer.

I want a love that lasts forever.
I don't want to be sad again.
I'm too happy to be sad.

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