I'm sick of wondering.
I'm sick of waiting for you to understand.
I'm sick of wondering if you're going to change your mind.
I'm sicking of flirting.
I'm sick of your mixed messages.
I'm sick of the endless flirting between you and I.
I'm sick of questioning.
I'm sick of questioning when the right to tell you that
I miss you and that my feelings for you never really changed.
I'm sick of waiting for you to tell me those three little words that
I wish I could tell you.
I'm sick of always waiting...
for you.
