So wishes are a strange thing. I mean, do they really not come true if you tell someone? Or is there even a point in wishing for anything? My birthday is coming up in a few days, and of course I know what I want. But, should I really wish for it? I mean is it useless? I just don't know. I do know that I love him a lot, and that I think he loves me too. That I know for sure. But in the end, what if it doesn't even matter? I want him to fight for me. I want him to come to my house and sweep me off my feet. I want him to show me he loves me. But what if I'm holding out for something that will never happen? I know that good things come to those that wait, but I've been waiting, and I don't even think he cares about me at all.
I pretend that I'm so happy, but really I'm falling apart. I know that he would be able to see the look in my eyes and know that everything isn't really ok. I look at my senior pictures and wonder where the happy girl went. I wonder why she now has sad eyes and struggles to put a smile on her face every morning. Sometimes I wonder if other people notice. But I think they don't. I think I'm pretty alone when it comes down to it. He knew me so well, no one will ever know me the way he does.
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