I call… I wait… you call… I wait… then I call again… then I wait… and I don’t even want you anymore. That possibility is there still, and that makes me hold on, I think… or maybe not.
“and I taste what I could never have… it’s from you… all those times… that I tried… my intentions… full of pride… and I waste… more time than anyone”
She says it is obvious that I over analyze. I invest too much thought? Is that possible?
A girl once told me she could be happy with anyone. I didn’t understand that then. I do now. And the fact that I understand makes my stomach turn. I guess I am fortunate that I have yet to come to the point of making a statement like that myself.
I am a harmless stalker, waiting to be stalked myself. Infatuation is not a bad thing, and I don’t care what you say.
And I wish I were there, to see you peeking through the branches. I don’t know if I would let you keep looking, or pull you inside from the cold.