I love the time we spend together.
I’m actually managing to get close to someone for the first time in my life. It’s probably the scariest yet must exciting thing I have ever encountered.
But with all of this, what am I to you? What are we doing this whole time?
I know you care about me, I know you enjoy me too, but I know what stands in the way. It makes me question all of the time we spend together.
But I’m tired of this waiting game. I’m tired of waiting for you to come around and I’m tired of waiting for the hope that one day this dream of mine will come true. I’m tired of feeling like I’ll always be somewhat of an outsider with you.
This is my last effort because I’m tired of the waiting game I seem to be playing with you.