I thought that he was the one
Of course, I was wrong.
So I moved on and found another..
and another.
and yet another.
And then there was him. The boy I wont kiss, and who wont kiss me.
The one who listens and frowns and makes bad jokes.
You say I don't know what love is, and I know I probably don't.
But if love isn't him, then I don't need it.