Watch Me Fall

Picking up the pieces

In the end, I know that this did not exactly start off so moral. But now maybe I should turn this into something clean, something loving. When it comes to him,  my heart races and even if he's busy I know that somewhere out there he exists and I wonder if heś alright. I know itś dumb and I know I should have backed off but now itś too late. I have fallen and now all I think about is him.  But thatś okay. And yeah, I understand that thereś a very slim chance of this, but even talking to him is enough for me. Just knowing he might care about me too is enough to keep me waiting. I love talking about him, even if I have to avoid actually using his name and stuff. Sometimes I scroll al the way up to the top of our conversation just to see his face. And now, he makes me feel like I can move on and even when I think of being with him, I feel like I can still work on myself and not have to worry. Cause at the end of the day, heś not rushing me. 

I just wish he knew what he was really worth.