Hopelessly Yearning to be Back in Your Arms.

Some days I wonder if you still think about me in the way I think about you. 

Do you remember all the poems I wrote about you. For you. To you. Do you remember the countless times I tried hinting to you that I wanted to be with you.

Because I do. 

I wanted to be the one you thought about at night. I yearned to be the one in your arms, in your heart, in your eyes. I wanted to be the one that kept you up at night, I wanted to be the one you vented to about your problems everyday. 

I promise I would be the best person for you.

So. Why don't you love me like I love you.