It's like a hunger pain when you're on a diet. You've got to fill it, you know you do, but you just can't fill it with what you really, really want so you settle for the next best thing.
Everyone around you tells you Oh Honey, you've got to stop being so hard on yourself, it's not your fault, you're beautiful, but you know their opinions don't really count because they love you and they don't want to hurt your feelings. You know you have your moments. You can be pretty. You can smile and laugh and joke and do everything you can think of to make him see, because if he laughs at something you say you're on Cloud Nine for the rest of the day. But you can't touch what's not yours. You can't even try. It's a fragile line made of sugarglass holding hell back.
You used to laugh at the girls who would change everything for the guy they were with, and vow you'd never do that. Now that you understand, you know that if he told you to jump you'd say how high and is there anything else I can do whi