Painfull
Love is hard, and no matter how hard you try, you can't avoid it. It's all around you. It's like sitting in a waiting room... Waiting for him to love me. But yet my name is never called, so I wait longer, cause this is important and I don't want to miss my appointment. But what would happen if I walked out that door? What would he do? I don't want to love him, but I do. I've given him my warmest embrace, hoping that maybe that would make him realize he loves me. He said it once. He took it back. I still love him. Love is painful. Each time I look at him, I want him, and each time I feel more pain, because i know he doesn't love me back.