But he doesn't know it.

He will never see me cry.

He'll never watch me while I sleep.

He'll never kiss me goodbye.

He's not gonna hug me forever.

He's not gonna be my everything.

And I'm never gonna be his everything.

He won't remember about my name.

He won't call me everyday.

I'm not gonna be the only thing he'll think about.

I'm never gonna show my love.

He's never gonna love me.

He won't see me smile.

He won't smile for me.

I won't make him laugh.

I would never make him cry.

He doesn't even know my existence.

And he never will.

He doesn't know this feeling that remains.

He doesn't know my hands are shaking while I write.

He doesn't know that all I do is because of him.

Because of me.

Because of us.

He doesn't know it.

But it's okay somehow.

Because somehow, someday he'll know.

Someday he'll realize how much I loved him.

Maybe, someday...

I'll appear in his dreams.

Like he appears in mine.

Maybe he'll kiss me goodnight.

Like I see him smile.

He'll come running to me.

Just to hug me one more time.

And maybe, just maybe...

I'll be the one.

Like he's the one.

Let's write some poetry :]