I hope I'm right.

I hope I’m right.

I hope you try to act guarded around him, and I hope you leave all that behind you when I’m around. I hope he see’s a shell of what you could be, and you show me what you are every time. I hope you can’t help but be your self around me, and he doesn’t know how to react to you. I hope you can only see one thing in him, and you can see decades through me. I hope he doesn’t know how to kiss you. I hope he doesn’t know when to touch you. I hope he doesn't know how to touch you.

I hope I’m right.