Maybe I wasn’t asking you to love me, maybe I was asking you to understand. Because for so long I’ve been hurt, and for so long you’ve ignored it. And maybe it is bad timing, but maybe i don’t care. I’ve been here all along, just waiting, waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to care. Waiting for you to say that you’ve been waiting too. But you haven’t, and maybe you never will. Or maybe you’re afraid too. But it all hurts the same and in the end, I’m the one who’s left broken and crying myself to sleep. So screw the bad timing. I’ve loved you then, like I love you now, like I probably always will. But i don't know. Is it true when i say that i love you ? I don't have the answer.
One day you’ll want him again, but he wont be there. One day you’re going to want that boy. The boy that knew he wasn’t perfect, but tried to be perfect for you. That boy who still can’t bring himself to hate you even though at times you probably deserved it. That boy who saw past your pretty eyes and treasured parts of you that no one else has ever appreciated. The boy who realizes he may never have your heart again but will carry the image of you with him forever. The boy that sees this and still loves you. The boy that waited and waited for you to change your mind. The boy who finally gave up; just like you told him too. The boy that should have you, but doesn’t even think he deserves you.
I’m scared. I’m scared that we might never talk again and I won’t feel the same about anyone the way I feel when I’m with you. Most of all, I’m afraid that one day, I’ll be nothing more than a memory. I'm miss the old moments when I'm with you. I'm missing you but i don't think that i love you like before perhaps you too.
