My biggest regret is that I let days pass by, without telling you how much you meant to me.

Giving up on you without much fighting.

Thinking that the fear of rejection would sting less than being rejected.

I never considered that every time I looked away you might have been crying for me to turn back again and catch you staring.

I am waiting for you.
Like the rocks wait for the waves to come crashing against them violently just to caress their rough surface on their way back to the sea. Just so they feel the soft touch of their lover before they let go again and await the next time. Cyclical nature of the universe.

But how could they tell if there won't be any more next times? What if I only have one last time? What if when I finally decide to look back you're not looking at me anymore? Or what if this one time I do, you get distracted by the thunders or the raindrops hitting against the window or how the rainbow arises?

I will have no choice but to believe that you had never noticed me before. And I will have lost forever something that I never knew I had.

-Sunset S.
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