I’m in love, yet I wish I wasn’t.

She’s everything anyone would ever want; she’s smart, sexy and always a pleasure to be around. This young lady was once my little buttercup. But everything you have you lose, no matter how hard you try to keep it you still lose it.

Over a year later and I’m still where I was a year ago, broken hearted, alone (but not lonely) yet happy.

Happy because my life’s good. A job, money, and friends and family – everything but the one thing I really want.

“Move on. She’s got a boyfriend, you can’t go there.”
“She’s messing you about, she keeps doing this. She knows you’re always going to be there for her.”
Some people think that and others say I should go for it and that it doesn’t matter about her boyfriend, that they think she still loves me. But I know. I know she still loves me.