there hasn't been an hour that I didn't think about you since we last seen each other.
It seems like it's been weeks.
I don't want to like you anymore.
you're clouding my head, making me feel things i've never felt.
why do you have to fuck with my head like this?
Merely three days ago you were talking about how you want me to see you, and only you.
Now you're so far away.
You're good at this game, the one you promised you're not playing.
I know this game a little too well...
yet i still wonder...
wonder what you're doing.
wonder how you're feeling.
wonder if ill ever see you again.
Don't fuck with me anymore!
I'll be just fine.
even though i still want to hold you. I want to look you in the eyes. I want to kiss those soft full lips.
it takes two to tango. if you want this, if you want me, make a move.
I'm done trying.