I really hate this.

I can't stop thinking about this stupid guy that kissed me.

Why?

Because I can't have him.

I see him everyday, yet I never talk to him.

He sees me, but all he says is hi.

I guess we really are different people.

When I kiss someone, I want more.

I do it for the emotion behind it.

He kissed me because I was there.

He kissed me because I wanted him in that moment like he wanted me.

But now I want him more than ever while he goes on with his life without a second thought.

I hate this.

Everytime I see him, I wish he would just walk over, smile, and start talking to me.

It's like... he's was only mine for a minute.