I sit and listen to the nothing, thinking of him and
knowing that he will never feel the things that I feel.
His voice clinging in my head, awakes happines within
me, but also misery. From time to time I doubt my feelings
for him, but sometimes I'm sure of them. My friends cheer
me on and tell me that he is sure to like me, but my instincts
tell me otherwise. Each time we meet, he greets me happily
with a smile on his face wich makes me wanna' tell him to stop,
to stop being so darn nice, to stop making me love him so much, But I can't.
I will tell him in the end, but I know I will get rejected.