you.

You, being mister lovely, being mister perfect.  You, being amazing, kind, sweet and, well, you.
You walked me home, you gave me your hoodie, and hugged me.  I told myself I'd not let myself feel this way, but I do.  After everything that happened, you broke up with your girlfriend.  The girl you fancied for a bit now goes out with your best friend, and that just leaves us.
I'm sorry I feel like this, I know it's bad.  But, what am I going to do, you are amazing.