Lonely star

Loving you is the most beautiful, but the most heartbreaking feeling. I'm starting to feel like a fool. And I'm scared that this has no ending. Because I don't think I'm able to stop loving you. And I'm scared that you don't love me too. I'm scared that I will never find someone who'll understand me in the way you would. You're the moon in my sky, but in yours I think I'm just a star. One normal, lonely star. But I want to be the sun. I want you to see me as the one. As the one who makes you happy. As the one who makes you feel loved. As the one you're gonna laugh with. And the one you're gonna come to talk to. If someone asked me now who the most important person in my life is, without thinking I would say you. They say you'll know when you find the one. And they were true — I knew it. I knew it from the moment I saw you. There was something missing before I met you, but now I feel full. My love for you is deeper than any ocean. It's brighter than any star. My love for you is the prettiest poem. The poem you'll see in my eyes.