I want you to want me.

But clearly, you don't... so I'm done.

It hurts too much, and I'm always left feeling like an idiot.

So, congratulations, you win once again.

If you ever decide to smarten up and stop being so scared, you're going to have to win me back.

I know the decision was probably for the best, but I still miss your arms, your voice, your soul.

Our closeness feels lost, but maybe it will return one day.

And if not, at least we shall have a beautiful friendship.

Tears visited me twice, and knocked at my door twice more.

Today was a trial.

But somehow the day ended with laughter. All is not lost.

I am exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally.

You say everything is fine, but then why does it feel so different?

I have a tendency to over analyze things.

Not a good habit.

I don't want a label...

I just want you.

I'm afraid our timing will screw us over.

But hopefully I'm wrong.

You make me go fjskddsawhiefeoiajkdlm.

My serious lack of focus concerns me.