You said you cared about me. You said it. I'm honestly so confused right now. I love you still, but as a friend, I guess or am I just denying what kind of love it really is? I don't think so. What will happen at the end of this year, I will be gone and you will still be here. I will probably cry, and ask for a hug, but I'm to afraid that you may reject me in front of everyone, and then those tears will be falling from my eyes for a whole other reason. I want to feel you against me, I want your arms to wrap around me, I want you warmth to consume me. I need to feel you touch me, you haven't since, well you know. I still wonder what we would be like today if I had never told you. Would we be closer than we are right now? Would you tell me you love me? So many questions fill my brain, when I think of you. You said you cared about me, and that you would never leave, but you sit next to her and not me, you grab her hand and not mine, you give her your warmth, the warmth that I am so desperate for. The warmth that I want to feel everyday. The warmth that would make me smile, and maybe even tear up, when I feel it. But who am I kidding. That would never happen, right?
