Why is it that I often daydream, or rather yearn about being yours again?
Why do I keep missing when you would actually try and make an effort to talk to me?
Why do I miss your mischievous little smile that always seemed to charm me?
Why do I miss having to stand on my tiptoes to give you a hug?
Why do I miss you, as a person?
Because, well, I don't see us as friends. Nothing is working. There is nothing to be done.
Ignorance is bliss.
No.
Try again. For me?
Because I'm tired of making the first move all the time.
Sorry, I can't be what you want me to be anymore.
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