"he loves me, he loves me not."
But is that really the question here?
The question is do I love him;
I'm still not quite sure myself.
Of course it's easy to become oblivious to my surroundings by just looking into his eyes,
And of course, it's easy to spend hours upon hours from dusk till dawn thinking about him.
But what if he doesn't feel the same?
What if I am just left in the dark like how all the other ones have left me?
Broken into a million shattered pieces, sprawled across my cold bedroom floor crying.
Or would I just stand there?
Not on the ground.
Just staring into nothingness, but hurt on the inside
"I don't want to like him."
but I do.
I need to admit it to myself before anyone else.
I guess I just don't want to trust him and then get hurt like before.
He wouldn't feel the same anyways.
