Missing him...
I love the melancholy of missing someone.
Right now I am missing him so much. Our song is playing on the radio and I wish he would be here with me.
Instead I am alone, enjoying the bittersweet pain of having a crush and being alone...
There is nothing like the uncertainty at the beginning. The hunt, the run, the hiding...
I am exhausted, can not study, am always thinking of him. Wishing and hoping...
And still I lock myself up. He probably does'nt have a clue about how I feel. I am still looking out of the window, instead of throwing myself into a situation. I am scared.
Will he hurt me? Is it worth the risk?
Yes he will hurt me. I always get hurt. Love means pain. No pain no gain right?
And it is always worth the risk. Damn, I really should stop hiding.
