My Problem Is You

A Story by Farawayari

My problem is you

I know what my problem is. My problem is you. How much I think about you makes me go crazy, how many times I think about what I could've done different makes me so frustrated. How much I believe that you are the one when you don't even talk to me makes me lose hope in everything. You're always looking at me making me think that you have the same feelings for me makes me so confused. I want to know what you think I want to know why I don't ever understand love why love for me never works out why something always goes wrong. I love you and I hate you at the same time. I love your personality and your looks and sweetness, but I hate what you do to me. I hate that you can make me feel so many emotions and me not understanding one of them. Every love song reminds me of you. Every couple I see I wish that that was me and you sitting on that bench holding hands having a nice conversation about stupid random things but they would still mean the world to me. I have so many daydreams about us. What we would be like if we were together and it would be perfect. We were made for each other. I know we are I can feel it. I know that sounds ridiculous but I swear that that's what I think and feel. But obviously that's not what you think.