To you, it's just sex. But to me, it's so much more. You know how I feel, well, kinda. You don't know how much I want to be with you. You mentioned to my friend why you blow me off all the time... that you want to make it easier on me, that you don't want me getting too attached or hurt. What you don't get is I would much rather be able to just hang out with you like friends do, even though we wouldn't be together than not see you at all. It kills me. You're the first person I text when I wake up and the last person I talk to before I fall asleep. I think about you all the time and even dream about you. I think we would be great together. Even you said that.
The only thing stopping us, as far as I know, is you're in love with the wrong girl.
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