Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain. Someday we'll know why the sky is blue. Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you.

Why am I so afraid to lose you when you're not even mine?

Should I smile because we are friends? Or cry because we'll never be anything more?

I'm scared to tell you how I feel because I know that you're too good for me and the possibility that you like me too seems so impossible.

I'm not mad. I want to be, but I just can't. And when I talk about him, my eyes still sparkle.

You'll never know how it feels to have the one person who means everything to you; make you feel like you're nothing.

I wish you the best. Even though I cannot live without you.