I just wish he could see.
I just wish he could see how I feel about him. How I spend my time writing about him.
I wish he knew. I wish he cared. I wish he talked to me. I wish he loved me.
But wishes don't come true; and life isn't a fairytale
Greg won't see; he'll never see. He'll never understand how I felt about him. He'll never understand how I cared about him since 4th grade.
How much i'll miss him when he leaves me.
I'll spend each night crying (like I am now) until I finally forget, which will be the saddest part of it all.