I love you more (than you like me)

We haven't even started and it's almost the end

We never talked it over, fact we never said anything

Two of the same kinda sorts, hiding thoughts

As the small talk ebbs away the silence is awkward

You hardly even know me and I'm starting to show that

I hardly even know you but I like what I know

I want to talk about it but I quake in my skin

It'll only push you further into making decisions

I love you more (than you like me) - The Streets

I'll admit that I don't want you to forget about me, because I can't forget about you. I wish we'd spent more time together and that you'd given me a proper chance to prove myself to you. I'm too scared to see you but I'm terrified that I'll never see you again. I know it's too late for me and you now. I don't need you. I don't want you. I'm not in love with you. But it just fucking well feels like all three of those statements are lies and I can't accept that it's too late. I've never met anyone who made me feel as happy as you made me, even though it wasn't for long. I want to go back to that time and make sure I appreciated it properly. I know I appreciated last week as much as I could and I am so grateful you gave me the chance to do so. I wish there was more boys who were just like you, I'm trying to find one... another might erase you from my memory. At the same time, I don't want anyone else. I want to tell you things. I want to let you know that I don't blame you, even though I do. I want to tell you everything and anything.