Wishing it was me.

I saw you walking down that same old hallway again.
i remember when we would walk down that hallway together,
we would be holding hands,
me in your arms,
everyone wishing they had our relationship,
we were something special...
very special.

but now whenever i see you,
i see you with her

i try to wave at you,
but you don't even notice i exists anymore.

i thought you loved me,
i thought you cared for me,
i thought we were meant to be.

but now its her who gets to have you.
and not me.