Why do I always go for the boy who I can’t have. He will never be mine. He will belong to her. He will love her. And I will die inside. The need to hold his hand. To be held by him. It eats away at you. Always him. Always back to him. He’s so nice. He’s so hot. He’s so amazing. He compliments you. “You look good”. And the worst part...you still can’t have him