She's Still There
The more time that passes the more I think of her. This whole weekend she has been on my mind constantly and I can't seem to get her off my mind. Everything about her just fills my brain to the max. Sometimes when I think about her I feel like my head is going to pop, but it would be worth it after thinking of her. The heart says to tell her, but the brain says the time isn't right. Will the time ever be right? Will the moment of courage every come to tell her? I replay the conversation over and over in my head of all the ways it could go if I just told her. Running in circles with a smile that won't quit when I talk to her. Times like now make me wonder if she's reading this and what her thoughts are of it. So much to tell her, but the words escape me every time...Later Days