I want you so badly but I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough for you to even notice I exist. If you already have so many girls, and even more throwing themselves at you everyday, how is anyone supposed to compete?
If your goal is to be noticed, you’ve already lost the plot. If you only love me when my gaze falls upon you, then you don’t love me at all.
And it isn’t a competition. You simply give all that you are, and hope that I find it useful.