Me vs. Him

I'm sitting there,
In my chair.
Everyone tells me I just keep staring,
But I'm not caring.
I think about my boyfriend,
Gone because of his "friend".
I love him,
But does he love me?
Thats the question.
It can't seem to be.
He's like a god,
I'm not even close.
He has beautiful blue eyes,
Mine look gray as the skys.
He runs fast,
I swim like a bass.
He has friends,
I have pens.
When I looked at him though,
I knew I was loved.
But now those days,
They seem like miles away.
He's gone for now,
I'll live on some how.
When he gets back though,
I'll run and jump into his arms,
and this time I wont let him go.