i can’t wait to do all the little things i wanted to do with you, with someone else. sing them to sleep, play with their hair, kiss them in the middle of talking, stare into their eyes admiring them. all the things you wouldn’t let me do, because you couldn’t act right. even when you claimed you “were trying” it wasn’t good. i can’t wait to give my love and not waste it anymore. i can’t wait for somebody to give it back and treat me right. with no trials and errors, no need of multiple chances. i hate you. bye.