I'm scared that I'll love you forever.

I try to picture another man coming along and making me feel the way you do.  But I can't.  I feel like no one will ever make me feel the way you did and still do.  I can't imagine liking anyone else because I can't imagine meeting anyone that could have me like you do.  It seems impossible.

All these petty boys that don't match up to even a tenth of what you are and it makes me miss you more.

How can an email make you happy, sad, and scared all at the same time?

The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd know somebody like you

And I wanna fall in love
And I wanna fall in love with you
with you

What a wicked game you play, you make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, make me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, never felt that way
What a wicked thing to do, make me dream of you

And I wanna fall in love
And I wanna fall in love with you
with you

My world was on fire, and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd miss somebody like you

And I wanna fall in love
And I wanna fall in love
And I wanna fall in love with you
with you

Nobody loves no one

There's so many different kinds of love.  Infinite amounts.

I sometimes wonder why my heart aches so much.  Deep down I know it's not right, but I guess "knowing" is a thing of the mind, and not the heart.  I can count a handful of things as to why we're not right, but this doesn't stop me from wanting you.  And when it's late and my mind is weak, my heart takes over and asks for you.

It hurts me sometimes to not write you back as soon as I see your email.  But you make me wait so long and I don't want to look desperate by not making you wait.  So I'll wait, and each day I'll wish it was the day I could write you back.  Because even though you make me wait 3 weeks, I can hardly wait 3 days.  Somehow I feel like I'm disappointing you and showing you that I'm not interested, but I fucking am and I don't want you to run off if you knew that.  It's all about power and control.  Who got the last email and has the power to return.  And right now I have it.  So why don't I feel more in control?

Don't think I don't love you.  I just want you to love me back so much that I have to play these stupid games.