Some parts of me are willing to believe that you care more about me then you say you do. We exchange secrets, share music, laugh, sigh, and sometimes in the midst of it.. I cry.
But I wouldn't tell you that. I'll let you talk about her. Or her. You have every right to be happy, although the broken-hearted girl inside of me doesn't understand why you can't be happy with me.
Isn't it ideal? To be with your best friend? Someone you know, trust, love, and care about? How am I not enough for you?
I think about you more than I think about anyone else. Ever. I would do anything for you. If you needed me at 3 am, I would be there.
I hate saying goodbye to you. I hate not being able to see you everyday. I hate not being able to tell you how I feel. I hate waiting around for you to text me back. Messaging isn't enough.
I want to see you. I want to know how you are. I want to hear your voice, see your face, see your smile.
When you tell me you want to see me, too, it's so refreshing... but it also hurts. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can. Time is going by so fast.
I know this is all too much to ask you. But I can't help it.
I wish you knew sometimes how much I care...
but I couldn't tell you. I couldn't bear the thought of you saying you don't feel the same. I guess mystery is better than the truth. For now.
So I'll be here wishing and waiting, hoping you care.
By the way, I miss you more than you will ever know.
But I wouldn't tell you that. I'll let you talk about her. Or her. You have every right to be happy, although the broken-hearted girl inside of me doesn't understand why you can't be happy with me.
Isn't it ideal? To be with your best friend? Someone you know, trust, love, and care about? How am I not enough for you?
I think about you more than I think about anyone else. Ever. I would do anything for you. If you needed me at 3 am, I would be there.
I hate saying goodbye to you. I hate not being able to see you everyday. I hate not being able to tell you how I feel. I hate waiting around for you to text me back. Messaging isn't enough.
I want to see you. I want to know how you are. I want to hear your voice, see your face, see your smile.
When you tell me you want to see me, too, it's so refreshing... but it also hurts. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can. Time is going by so fast.
I know this is all too much to ask you. But I can't help it.
I wish you knew sometimes how much I care...
but I couldn't tell you. I couldn't bear the thought of you saying you don't feel the same. I guess mystery is better than the truth. For now.
So I'll be here wishing and waiting, hoping you care.
By the way, I miss you more than you will ever know.