I could have kissed him. I could have turned my face towards his, looked him in the eyes, and let him pull me closer. But I didn't. Because he's not you. Because he can't make me laugh the way you do. He doesn't make my heart race the way you do by just looking at me. He tries too hard at everything you can do without even thinking. Whenever I'm with him I'm wishing away every single second that you were there instead of him. I wish away every single second of every single day that you are here with me.