A while ago I asked you to stay, said I wanted to tell you something but didn't really quite get to it till the end. And even when I did it wasn't enough, I said it but that was it. I was afraid of that and it sucks that that's what happened. I never get to tell you the right things at the right moment, and that's probably why you can't believe me when I keep saying things that I know I mean.
Did you know I was so scared the time you asked me to talk? I got over that but when you said we couldn't my heart dropped. I didn't want to let the day end like that. But even when I saw you all I did was just blab my mouth again, taking aside what really had to be said. In the end I rushed it and it didn't come out right.
I don't know why I'm like that specially with you. I have never had that problem, not till you. And it bugs me that I always end up miserable, I seem to be out of sync with time and I can never really ask you what you think. It's always wala lang, secret, isipin mo or whatever. Don't get me wrong though misery is not something I am new to. And though I sometimes feel it because of stupid moments that I get myself into its not enough to undermine the feelings I have for you the feelings that allow me to smile knowing I did well to make you smile once in a while.
That is why I told you, "at least you know it won't go away", I won't go away, not if you don't ask me to... I love you, I really do mean it...
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