Saturday, June 18, 2011 @ 12:08 PM

I sure do love waiting for your text message. Here I am, sitting here for hours with my phone next to me waiting for you to say something. I love getting disappointed every damn time I feel it vibrate and see someone else's name light up instead of yours. The hours seem endless when I'm waiting for you and it's funny how I don't know why I want you to talk to me so fucking badly. It's funny how I can't stop smiling when I'm talking to you, even when you aren't saying anything cute or anything laughable. It's funny how I miss you when I doubt you would ever miss me. I've wasted my time with you and my efforts in trying to have a decent conversation have only failed. You'd think I would've walked away and gave up by now, but I keep fucking turning around and looking back after I've taken the first step. It's ironic how I hate myself for liking you so much.