She never said, "I think I love you.",
nor, "I want to be with you."
Never asked, "do we have a chance?",
nor, "will you come see me again?"
She never said, "I can't love you because I think I'm incapable of loving,"
nor, "I imagine you everynight and I think about you everyday."
She never admitted, "I want to hold you and keep pretending with you,"
nor, "I can't believe how much you make me happy and how much we think alike."
Never, "when I think of you, life is filled with hope again;"
Not even, "all I could ever dream of is to make you happy."
She only said, "Hi."
Only, "You write good music."
And just, "She's perfect for you."