You don't know how tired I am of
waiting.
Waiting for the day when you walk up to me and confess "i
love you"
It just makes me sick to my
stomach
because I have been waiting for that day for too long.
Too long because I have no
idea if i'm wasting this valuable heart on you.
Sometimes, i want to just walk up to you and ask:
Do you like me?
But we all know that is easier said then done.
I spend my day and night thinking about you
and for what?
Sometimes i believe its for not a thing.
But i can't let go, because
what if the one day i decide its finally time to move
on:
he falls
for me
