it hurts
i know it's wrong
i do.
but then why do i keep thinking of you?
i wait and wait, and nothing appears. the least you could do is tell me.
whatever it is, just tell me.
then i can forget about it, about whatever we had.
call me stupid, overreactive, emotional, daft even.
i don't care.
i just can't stand always being the last to know; while everyone just mocks at me and laughs in my face.maybe i never told you. because i was afraid. and i had my own reasons. but i guess i should have. like they told me (or least some people did). you'll never know i said this and feel this way anyway. might as well heck it.
it thought we got something going. whether it would be anything more than friends, i didn't really care. i just wanted you to be there. now you're not. and it's empty here. no greetings. no smiles.
thanks for everything, by the way. you did put a smile on my face. i love you for that. and for anyone who can give me that.



