It's
been
two
years
since
I looked
at him
and
whispered
to myself,
"This
one's
special."
Since then, it's been a wild
ride of emotions. Some days I swore he loved me. Some days I
wanted to cry because I knew he didn't think the same way.
It's been over a year since I last saw him, and he would have
no idea how much I miss him. But no distance could change the
fact that I want. I may look at other guys. I may date other
guys. But none of them are him. And they never
will.
