It’s been several weeks since we’ve spoken. Every day without you is another day wasted. I know we’re “too young” to feel this sort of thing, but I feel it. You felt it. I know you did. It’s impossible to look at someone the way you looked at me and it all be a lie. I love you. I want you forever. I wish my parents understood. When we made love, all I could feel was our souls entertwining. Forever attached to one another.
Or so I thought.
Now you refuse to speak of your true feelings. Maybe all this emotion is too much for you to bear. Maybe you don’t love me…
But here I am, waiting for you. Always checking my phone to see a text from you. Any sign that you are still mine. A sliver of hope for us.
I’ll always be here waiting for your love to return.
I may play hard to get
Or act like I don’t care
But I do