I don't get jealous when I see my EX with someone else because my Mother always told me to give my old toys to the less fortunate.

Whenever I see you, talk to you, think about you, I think to myself, " You have no idea how much I care about you."

sometimes when i say 'im okay' i want someone to look me in the eyes,hug me tight,and say 'i know your not'

conclusion...:

I want to be the girl he's scared to lose; the one where he can't walk away from knowing she's mad at him, The one who can't fall asleep without her voice being the last one he hears. the one he can't live without.