I wish someone loved me the way I loved them. I wish someone loved me for me, to pull my face in so I can see the infatuation in their eyes. I wish someone loved me so much they didn’t have to tell me, I wouldn’t have to question it. And I wish it was her. I wish she could just treat me the way I deserve. I wish she knew what she had, but she doesn’t and I sit and rot everytime she blames me for her problems, blows small things out of proportion instead of just waking up and cuddling with me.