There were three years when I had feelings for you on and off, you know this.
Finally it was the right time.
When I told you that I wanted to be with you you were surprised, and ended up saying no, because you didn’t know what to think, or how to change. You still want to be friends, but I ruined it. And we hardly have any time left.
All those nights on the porch will just be memories. And I want everything to be the same, but it can’t be, unless I pretend. But the truth is, even if I am pretending, one word from you and I’m yours.
But I know that won’t happen, so now again I find myself with myself, which is enough.
But I want you, too.