I Can't Help But Love You

I become his.

Hopelessly staring at my phone.
Day after day.
Awaiting the message he has to send.
I'm waiting on the day I would be his.
Waiting on the day he would be mine.
The day he becomes mine,
Is the day I have longed for
Month.
After month.
After month.
He's all I ever wanted.
If he feels any way the same,
He should know that it's forever.
If he felt the same, he'd tell me in an instant.
If he felt the same, he would already be mine.
And I would be his.
We'd grow old together.
We'd watch the gray hairs form on our heads.
We'd sleep in a tent under the stars.
I'd look into his eyes,
And say the words.
"I love you."
Over.
And over.
And over.
And in my dreams,
all this happens.
It's reoccurring.
The "I love you's"
The stars.
The forever together.
As lovers, not friends.
For that's what I long to be.
But alas,
I still sit patiently.
Awaiting the day,
I become his.