So I really like this boy..

So I really like this boy. He's cute; He's sweet; He's someone who never fails to make me smile: it hurts. I've been hurt before. Many times in fact. He lives so far and all I want to do is hold him.

So I really like this boy. He has a troubled past. He says he wants to change, but what if it all comes back? He looks deep into my eyes and calms me: it hurts. How do I know if this love is real? Love is a fantasy. A fantasy that always breaks me.

So I really like this guy. A boy with a huge heart. He cares; He's not afraid. He tries so hard but keeps getting held back: it hurts. I really want to see him. I want to make this love real. I want to kiss those lips and show him that I'll be here.

So I really like this guy. We made it real. A deep compassion that I thought I'd never feel. He changed for me and showed me that he cares. We talk; we love; we dance in the dark with this strong bond. I love him: it hurts. He moved away. Maybe things went too quickly? There were so many flaws masked by the better times spent. Why do I still care? I can't deny the love we had there: it hurts.

I really loved this man. We both failed to see the needs that the other had. So long we fought and shot down by this distance. He's in the military now. Making his way with a broken heart and ignoring what went down. I respect that. He needed space. But what choice do I make with tears streaming down my face. He moves farther down his shattered path with better jewels at hand. I really love this man. It hurts.