I think I fell in love with you. I didn't mean to ... I swear. But you kept coming back like I was a bad habit you couldn't quit. And I let you, but every time you walked away you took a piece of me with you. Now I am trying to move on but I can't I think about you and the chance that it could work out. I wanted you stupid. It doesn't matter how many boys smile at me or ask for my number because they aren't you. I still want you and I don't know if that will ever change. The only problem is you don't want me.