You are too good for me

I saw pictures of you today. You look stunning. Not in a normal girl kind of way, but in an angelic way. In a way that I cant describe. Who am I to think that you would ever like me again. Who am I to think that I am good enough for you. Who am I to think that a letter will make you consider me again, to make you mature and recognize what happened. Who am I to ruin your happiness. You look happier now than you’ve ever looked with me. You are so beautiful. I am truly no match for you. You are clearly happier now than you ever were with me. Who am I to want you back. I am no one; no one that matters at least. How naive could I be. You are too special to be with someone like me. I am weird and shy and I don’t like many popular trends. You on the other hand are beautiful, smart, outgoing. You deserve someone better than Me. You deserve someone who is just as beautiful and who likes to go out. I was stupid to ever think you’d return. I was naive and hopeful like I’ve always been, but why would anyone return to me when they are clearly so much better off. I wish I was better in every way. I wish I was prettier and more fun and out going. I wish I could be what you need, but I am no where near what you need. I am below you. I need to stop dreaming and step back down to reality. We will never be.