We've been up 'til 4am, just talking about anything our minds could come up with. We never run out of things to say, and it's always been like this with you.
"Thank you, for making me happy." I suddenly said in a sleepy voice while holding the phone tightly against my ear.
"You don't have to say thank you," I heard you say, "you're my girl and it's my duty to make you feel special everyday."
And that's when I finally realize why it never worked out with others before you. Because I know, subconsciously, I'm waiting for you.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Left Unsaid
Poetry. ✈ • un·said (ˌənˈsed/) - тнoυgнт вυт noт мenтιoned oυт loυd or dιѕcυѕѕed - noт eхpreѕѕe...
