Just the thought of driving to your house excited me.

The thought of you waiting on your front porch for me.

But it was all just a fantasy.

Seeing you walk with that blonde girl.

She’s everything I’m insecure about.

My friends are sick of me talking about how I miss you.

I feel sorry for them cause they don’t get my pain.

I guess you feel okay without me around.

Trust me I know we weren’t perfect.

But,

I’ve never felt this way before.

This feeling, what do you call it?

Love.

Never ever have I thought I would be in love.

But, here I am driving alone past your street.

Still loving you.