How much longer am I suppose to want something I cannot have.

How long are we going to talk about nothing until you get the idea that I want to be more than just friends and that waiting patiently for you to begin another conversation week after week builds this anticipation in me that is unbearable.

I would love to know what you're doing. I would love to know what you're thinking. I would love to see what you see, feel what you feel, hear what you're hearing. I would love to know what your mouth tastes like. I would love to breathe in the scent of you.
Most of all I would love to know what you think about me, and if you, or someone, or anyone on this planet, would love to know the same things about me to.

Have you ever felt an anxiety from knowing that the whole world is constantly moving and you're sitting here wasting minute after minute, second after second. You can't do anything about it and you feel so helpless because you know you're capable of doing more but you just can't find the right motivation.

Should I give up on you yet?

Should I?

Should I?

Should I?

Boy You Should Know That
I Got You On My Mind
Your Secret Admirer
I've Been Watching You

I've always been one to dream about the future and never really live in the present. And this feeling is strange, that the present and future are closer than they have ever been. It scares me.