Will you marry me?

I'm not the one he wants to marry.
I will ask him tomorrow if I'm the one he wants.
I have a feeling he will say no.
I already know.
I guess I have to see it from his very lips.
I return to the state that I left.
The city of opportunity,
Opportunity to meet someone new.
Someone interested in me,
To be my forever.
I always wanted my forever to be with you.
I feel like I'm going crazy.
Will you marry me?
Will you make me feel complete?
Or will I have to walk away?
Will you give me the chance to love you?
To care for you?
To be your partner?

To trust one another.
To respect one another.
And to truly build a relationship that we both deserve.

Dear you, If you simply don't feel that I am your wife to be,
than please let me know.
The thing is, I already know your answer.
I already know I'm not a part of your life.
A part of your family.
A part of your music.
A part of your world.

I just want to move on.
Stop hoping.
Stop wishing.
Stop praying.
For you to love me.
For you to notice me.

Stop trying to prove you are good enough for him.
I am worth being loved in returned.
For he does not love me.