I can’t stop thinking about him, but I have to. These thoughts are killing me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to fake the smile anymore. I’m practically in love with him. I wish we could be together, but wishes don’t come true. He taught me that. I fell like I’ve been tore apart. He makes me so happy, but as soon as he’s gone I’m balling my eyes out. I don’t want him to leave, but it would be selfish of me to ask him to stay. I just want to be with him. Just for tonight can we pretend airplanes are shooting stars, I could really use a wish right now.