I don't know much. I don't know how to do math and I don't know how to keep my grades up. I don't know how to be likeable and I don't know how to be stable; I'm not sure of how to write a thesis statement and I'm horrible at being productive. I'm still not 100% sure; how to use a semi-colon. I don't know how to draw anything but a stick figure. But there's one thing I'm certain of, one thing that makes perfect sense to me. You. I know that I love you, I know that looking into your eyes feels like home and I know that I wish I could spend the nights memorizing you; your body, your mind, your soul. I know that you're the reason I can wake up in the morning and keep going, you're the reason I keep holding on, even when the nights are so cold, even when the easy way out seems to be the best option. I also know that you're with her and you will never love me in the way I love you, or the way you love her. I know that, too.