To No One In Particular

I wish you'd talk to me

I wish you'd talk to me.

I wished that almost half a year ago, and it happened. One of the best things my friend ever did was give you my number.

We talked till early in the morning. I could never get enought of your company. I could never get bored of you talking to me.

Then you said you loved me. So drunk in happiness, I told you I loved you too.

I knew it was too soon. It  wasn't love - how was I to know that as quickly as you said that, you lost interest in me. You stopped talking.

There were no hugs and deep conversations. The secrets we shared, the funny moments and flirty conversations, were all gone as quick as they started.

It wasn't love for you.

I wish you'd talk to me.

Weeks, months, after we'd lost connection with each other, I lay in bed till early in the morning. I thought about you, I imagined the things we could've done if we'd stayed together. My mind went too far and I ended up in tears, wondering why you stopped talking so abruptly. I wondered if you were thinking about me, and it pained me because I knew you probably weren't.

I read through our messages, and I missed when I could say hi and didn't have to wait even a second for a reply because we were both waiting to start talking.

I just wish you'd talk to me.