Silverthehedgehog747

       Love Through my eyes, I mean nothing to you. Almost worthless. Whether I'm there or not, it wouldn't make a difference to you. You've hurt so many times, yet I still go back to you. I never knew whether or not this was true love. It seems as though it is. I've cried many tears, and did things I was proud of. Does that make different than who I really am? I see you love someone else, someone who doesn't love you back. I've always been here. Since the beginning, and I've gotten none of you attention, unless I did something to hurt you. I want to be more than friends, but we'll never be. I want to always be there, but you have to prom