Dear Boy

Dear Boy,



It didn’t take long to figure out how much I like you, and it was always there, hidden. It didn’t matter what anybody else thought for those past couple of days, because I only cared about what you thought of me. And all I asked for was that you felt the same way too.


When you get your hopes high, it makes the fall back down ten times worse. I don’t want to believe it could be over, because I’m not willing to let it go. And if you care enough to read this, I just felt I had to say that I don’t consider our time together to have ever been a waste.


It was better before when we were new to this, and I let my imagination fool me. I guess ignorance is bliss. So Dear Boy, I’ll be here if anything changes.


If it had been anyone else, I’d say, "It’s not worth losing precious sleep." But where do I go from here after I’ve jumped in way too deep?


Dear Boy, I don’t know exactly how you think. I just know you have a way of coming easily to me. And if it was her you wanted it to be all along, then I have to tell you, Dear Boy, that I have to move on.



"But you could make me smile
My heart could fly
Ten hundred miles to see your eyes." -Caitlyn Cain