He doesn't see me

Walking down the hallway searching for him
Not really realizing that I am
It's become such a habit
Something that I need to break myself of
Seeing him walking like he does
His gorgeous black hair brushing his brow as he goes
Catching a glipse of him at just the right moment
When he smiles about something
I just can't keep myself away from him
It has become a chore to stay a distance
I just want to talk to him and be with him
But I know he doesn't feel the same
He says we are friends and that he'll always love me
He insists that you really never end up with same kind of relationship
After a break up
What if this is really is true love
That won't happen to us
But you won't even chance it
Is that because you don't want to lose me?
I hope that is it
Well that is what I tell myself anyway
You told me the other day that you don't like seeing me in pain
You can tell when I am thinking about you
Other wise how would you have known I was grieving over you
But it really hit me when you said not to feel pain for you
That you weren't worth it
But to me you are