Again with the waiting, always the waiting, the wondering. Again with more bad days than good, and more being miserable than happy. But that's just the way these things go. You can't do much in this case but listen to your heart. You run out of words to say, reasons you should be here with me, anything that might change your mind. But you're too logical for all that. There are no mind games with you. You don't play that way. And so I have no choice but to wait, and this could be dragged out over months and years, and I'll still drop everything and be right here. And I can't remember how long it took with me. Did it feel like forever? This feels like forever to me. Feels like it's over again every single day, and so it hurts the same, never stops. You keep reminders of The End. Maybe so you can remind yourself why you're doing this. Or are you too scared to be happy, just let go of those things that haunt you. Good things rarely come easy, and you're one of those good things. A good confused thing. There's nothing left to wonder about, sweetheart. I'm right here, waiting for you. There's nothing more I can do. Nothing I can say to convince you. So, in closing, there's really no point to this. I'm just watching the clock tick by the hours, the nights turning into days, wondering how many days it's been, wondering when I can stop waiting for happiness to return.
music. what it is to burn - finch