somehow, I want more.

"He was always there for her but she always belonged to someone else."

A really striking phrase for a masochist. In this case, me. Yeah, me. The loser, always the underdog, always not good enough.

For months, I had been thinking about you. Thinking too much about you. Too much that it hurts.

But that doesn't really matter since we always have time for each other. Time, only time, because your heart belongs to someone else.

But what the heck, I'm not bitter. I won't interfere with whatever relationship you guys have. All I want is the right to express it. I just wanna scream, shout my lungs out, saying I love you.

(forget the emotional nature of my blogs. you chose to read them so forgive the cheeziness)