Here’s to the one who can’t turn heads, the one who’s always “just a friend”, the one who’s always second.
It’s the thing that holds you back because it’s “statistically impossible”. And it sucks. Big time.
Just kill him or her.
I haven’t met you, yet I’m waiting my whole life for you.
Long story short: you will never find him. Or her.
I never thought I would be able to learn to (somewhat) love something I had grown to hate.