nothing but the truth

I am not the smartest person in the world, but I know that I long for you, though you do not long for me. One of these days, however, (and mark my words) you'll be the one that regretted never talking to me. You'll be the one crying your eyes dry of tears that begs for the beautiful in life. You'll regret the fact that "Us" could have been a thing. And I'll be moving on already, letting go of our fairy tale that isn't meant to be real.