I think. I believe. I do not know.
I don’t know if I can ever tell you in person. But I want you to know.
I want you to actually hear me say this.
I want you to know that I’m serious.
I want you to know that I actually like you.
But you don’t, do you?
I think that I like you.
I believe that you don’t know.
I think that it’s about time to you realised.
I believe you would never respond.
But I don’t know. And you do.
I really like you, I do.
And when you like someone, there’s no explanation.
I don’t even know why I like you.
I just know I do.
So I’m waiting.
But if you never come, if you never realise…
Perhaps even death is preferable.
I want to move on, so I have to let you go.
And I have to let myself go, too.
Written by Adrian Dakota, 27 May 2011. There is very little time left.