Lukile

 I hate that every time I sit next to you, I want to hold you. My arms belong around your waist, and my head on your shoulder. I hate that every time I look at you, I fantasize of you kissing me. Our lips should be entangled, and our hearts racing together. I hate that every time we hang out, I wonder what it would be like if we were a couple. Would you be the perfect boyfriend? Could I be the perfect girlfriend? I hate that every time you say my name, I can't even breathe. All of the air is taken away, my lungs stop working completely. I hate that every time you look me in the eyes, I remember why I fell in love with