I really liked this guy–everything
about him–mostly his personality,
but he, unfortunately, did not like me.
I was hoping he would want to be
in my life, but he did not want to be.
There was nothing I could do.
He made me shed lots of tears.
Those tears were not the end.
Sometimes hope isn’t everything.
One day I will find someone great
someone who will treat me right.
There is always somebody else.
