Why do I have to be the messed up one? You have so much confidence in yourself and others. Yet not in a cocky egotistical way. You laugh, you talk, you smile, you walk with so much truth and so much faith. I envy you. You know He loves you and you love Him back- you don't know who cares either. And me, I doubt Him everyday, I wonder how could anyone notice me- one person billions. You reach out to Him, I shy away. As much as I want Him to love me, and me love Him in return, every time I turn around I find myself losing faith. He makes you strong, and me weak. We have nothing in common except one thing: you help me laugh, you help me talk, you help me smile, you help me walk. You're the boy that stole my heart and doesn't even know it. No matter how much I try to steal it back you hold it tight.
