My heart hurts when I talk to you,

and you don't even have any clue.

I think your the one I was looking for,

I hope that one day we could meet at a bookstore. 

This is just something I just wrote,

and it feels like my heart is in my throat.

You and I are just friends,

and I'm hoping that'll never end.

I think I made it a set-up,

and if we get together my world would blowup.

And I would sit there dreading our breakup.