I often ask myself this question. Do you really like me? And if you do, will you ever actually make a move? I hate being stuck in limbo like this, not knowing how you feel and yet I don’t want to scare you away so I’m never going to ask.
Why is everything so complicated?
I keep asking myself, why? Why him? I keep telling myself he’s nothing special; just another boy. But I don’t believe it, not even for one second. Everyday is like a battle because I just can’t bring myself to forget him and get on with my life, and it kills me every second, every time I check my phone and there’s no text from you.
I quite literally felt that click with you. Something in me registered your presence and my conscience nodded its approval. I’ve never felt so safe and able to be myself around anyone else and it’s a feeling I really want to continue, for a long time.
It’s funny because I thought all the signs were there. I honestly believed there was a part of you that wanted to be with me, to call me your own. Silly me.
And you’d say, if you were so in love, why didn’t you say anything? And I’d laugh, because I said it all, you just didn’t notice.
You didn’t notice how I looked at you, how I stole glances whenever your back was turned. You didn’t notice how I seemed to laugh and blush incessantly when you talked to me or how I’d compliment you for the tiniest things just to boost your ego. Everyone else noticed.
In the end, you said we were just friends. But we seemed pretty cozy for just friends.
At least once..please. on We Heart It