I waited for you.
I fucking waited.
Every day.
For 3 years.
I was told myself that you were just afraid.
That you wanted me but you couldn't find the strength to come.
The way you were looking at me.
You wanted me.
I knew it.
I know it.
I can feel it.
But I can feel that something holds you back,too.
I may know what it is.
But if you want someone,
You're supposed not to care about anything else.
You want what you want and nothing can stop you from having it.
That's what I learnt from books,movies,people.
And I'm so confused about who is wrong.
Them?
Me?
Or you?
I waited.
I still do.
I don't want to give up on you.
I can't stand to give up you.
How can you give up on someone you love?
Someone who is the first thought in the morning
and the last in the night.
Because I can't.
Not now.
Not ever.
I will wait for you.
Even if you will never come.
I love you.
And I've learnt not to give up on someone I love.
Come home.