And I don't think that you know what you've been missing...

FORGET ME, IT'S THAT SIMPLE.

Haha, the thing is I'm not even sure if you're really what i want. In my mind i've made you up to be prince charming. In my mind you're perfect. But maybe it should stay there and gather dust on empty shelves where algebra problems should be memorized. It's not that i want you, it's that i want this image of you i've built up. And now i'm trying to break it down. These romance novels on my bedroom floor are holding up my standards and you just cant quite live up to them. Page 27 in my favorite one flys open and reminds me you should be begging for me at my windowsille, another page reminds me that you were supposed to have already climbed through my bedroom window to give me those daisies on the front cover. I want you to know i'm closing our book and putting it on the floor with the others because i hope it's finally the end.

I want you to know i love you just so that you'll always have it written on your hand and saved up for a rainy day.