Like it's right there and I'm about to reach out and grasp it in my hands but it's snatched away much too quickly and all I got was a glimpse. Not enough to know what it is but enough to wonder whether or not it is worth missing.
I guess I just miss the feeling of being needed somewhere.
Knowing I'm not your number 1 is eating me up inside. It'll always be him. The boy you chose over your best friend. It's okay though really I don't mind being alone. And one day I'll finally meet someone who will make me realize why I never felt this way about anyone else. He'll maker realize that being lonely for all this time has been worth it for him.
I'm not going to run back to you. I'm not insecure. I don't need a man to tell me I'm pretty. I know that.
But it's nice to be held. It's nice to know you can call them after a bad day. It's nice to feel needed.
So I guess that's why I'm lonely. I miss the feeling of having someone. You were my someone. But you left me and I'm left with nothing.
Oh dear.
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