I’m Watching him watch her. And it’s beautiful She doesn’t realise that the her very existence, her presence, soft smiles and ‘resting bitch face’ makes him
And that’s when I think of you
I only think of you when I see love portrayed in the perfect way Never do I think of what we had What we had wasn’t it But what we could have had If you were not blind to the only truth standing before you A girl, me deeply in love with you
But you made me believe I had a misconception of love Made me think I was doing it wrong and you were showing me how it ought to be Took me a while but I figured it out You were wrong There was no misconception This is love My way, my kind of love is one of the many right versions.