The letter I'll never give.
I really like you.......
I really really really really REALLY like you. You know this--or at least you did at one point. I thought you liked me too. To keep from faltering, I have to keep telling myself that you do, at least a little bit.
Liking someone should be way easier than it is. When you're crazy about someone, and you tell them that, and it seems as if they are interested in you the way you are them, shouldn't things get better between the two of you? I feel that it has gone the polar opposite.
I want to hold you. To kiss you and feel the emotion I pour out of my soul towards you reciprocated. I can't seem to see that happening anymore and it kills me a little bit more each and every day. Although it seems somewhat overboard, I can't seem to get you out of my mind: The past few weeks, the majority of my dreams have been of you. All of them have been the way that I want things to be...
...Cuddling while watching movies
...Stargazing and talking about life in general
...Hanging out with nothing planned
Just so much that I wish I could do.
But I refused to let myself get caught up in you again like I did before. We see where that got us. I'm trying to honor your wish and give you more space.
Am I succeeding in doing so?
Because I get weaker with every breath when I give you this much space.
And I don't know how much longer I can keep forcing air into these lungs of hopes.
I really really really really REALLY like you. You know this--or at least you did at one point. I thought you liked me too. To keep from faltering, I have to keep telling myself that you do, at least a little bit.
Liking someone should be way easier than it is. When you're crazy about someone, and you tell them that, and it seems as if they are interested in you the way you are them, shouldn't things get better between the two of you? I feel that it has gone the polar opposite.
I want to hold you. To kiss you and feel the emotion I pour out of my soul towards you reciprocated. I can't seem to see that happening anymore and it kills me a little bit more each and every day. Although it seems somewhat overboard, I can't seem to get you out of my mind: The past few weeks, the majority of my dreams have been of you. All of them have been the way that I want things to be...
...Cuddling while watching movies
...Stargazing and talking about life in general
...Hanging out with nothing planned
Just so much that I wish I could do.
But I refused to let myself get caught up in you again like I did before. We see where that got us. I'm trying to honor your wish and give you more space.
Am I succeeding in doing so?
Because I get weaker with every breath when I give you this much space.
And I don't know how much longer I can keep forcing air into these lungs of hopes.