Dear L.I.F.E. Readers,
Here is what I’ve concluded so far:
I love it when you smile,
I love it when you wink,
I love it when you stare,
I love it when you share,
I love it when your funny,
I love it when yourself,
I love it when you try to be the best of you,
Because all I want is you.
Those words I would say if I knew that we had a chance together. Alas, I know that no matter what, no matter how much I try, no matter how much I look into your eyes, you will never understand how much you mean to me.
You have no idea how much I suffer by default just to have 5 minutes of your attention. Every time I see you, sometimes I would like to ask you if you we’re serious or not since last time. It pisses me more the fact that you just stay there and stare, and meanwhile you don’t try anything.
At first you we’re nervous, then friends and started flirting, then we weren’t friends, then you’re there and being friendly while I’m being a nice girl, but inside just dying with the wanting to be in your arms.
I’m fucking sick of being there on stand by. If heaven could only send me a sign, to tell me, yeah sure why not, or just forget him.
I try to forget how I feel about you, and yet our ways, life keep crossing in any possible way. I just, I just, ain’t over you apparently.
I’m sick of love-just fuck it.