I Wish.

I'm not even close to being a priority, I'm at the bottom of his list. If I'm even in it at all. Most likely I'm not. It hurts that he doesn't want to spend time with me the way I want to with him. It hurts that he doesn't miss me at all when all I can do is miss him every day in and day out. It hurts that he once looked at another in the same way I wish he'd look at me. In the way I look at him. I wish I make him happy, the way he does me. So tonight I wish that he was here holding me and that he will love me too. A futile wish perhaps. But we all have that one thing we hope for. And just because it can't come true, doesn't mean that I am wrong for wanting it.