Even though I know you'll probably not going to read this, but here it goes...
I'm sorry if I acted a bit cold to you just now. Maybe I'm not in the mood. Maybe it's PMS (though I highly doubt it but it's a convenient excuse). Or maybe I'm just sick of waiting for something that is not certain.
It's as if you're toying with me, with my feelings. Or perhaps it's just me who is stupid enough to fall for you. Hard. Giving you half of me, when I'm not even sure if you want it in the first place.
I enjoy the bantering, the flirting. I honestly do. But maybe this should stop. Before I fall for you even deeper. Before it's getting harder for me to walk away. Before I drown in my own dreams of the unlikeliness.
I'm sorry if I acted a bit cold to you just now. Maybe I'm not in the mood. Maybe it's PMS (though I highly doubt it but it's a convenient excuse). Or maybe I'm just sick of waiting for something that is not certain.
It's as if you're toying with me, with my feelings. Or perhaps it's just me who is stupid enough to fall for you. Hard. Giving you half of me, when I'm not even sure if you want it in the first place.
I enjoy the bantering, the flirting. I honestly do. But maybe this should stop. Before I fall for you even deeper. Before it's getting harder for me to walk away. Before I drown in my own dreams of the unlikeliness.
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