You're always telling me I don't have enough faith in you. But your lack of affection's like a lack of oxygen. And I know if you cared for me like you seem to, or claim you do, you would let me know, at least once, the depth of your feelings. I'd be content with that. Some words to fall asleep thinking about, you know? Instead I'm left with an empty heart and a head full of assumptions.
Some day, I'm going to tell you, point blank, that you need to let me know if you're leading me on or if you actually care for me. Because I need to know. But as impatient as I am, I'd wait forever for you. Don't let that give you a big head.
Two years out of forever. Think we can make it a few decades more?
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