Why do I start calling you constantly again? Why am I holding on to something that I let go? My mind is going through a selfish maze. I know that your always there for me. Hey, your my bestfriend. Just my bestfriend. I call you every hour, maybe because before when we were something we'd talk more than we could breathe. And now I sit here in this dusty computer that many students put germs all over, wondering... Friday. Will friday change us? Will friday make us better? Will we be something more than we use to be. Will your answer be the answer I've been looking for, or will the answer that I will regret soon haunt me. I know I'm being selfish. I know that I'm not even letting you talk about it at all. I know you've been sick lately. I know your going through a hard time. I'm sorry I can't be the "best" you want me right now. I'm sorry that I'm just so damn selfish. I want you here with me. I want you not because I need you, but because I've learned to love you. I've learned to love you for me, for you, for us. And I promise this time, it'll be different. I promise. The promise that will always stand, you are my sunshine, my sunset. The first thing I think about in the morning, and the last thing I think about before I close my eyes. Mine. I miss you.
I don't wear the pants in the relationship. You wear the left one, I wear the right.
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