Feelings noted*

Discretion was key, I opened the door and didn't close it. Waiting for you to follow, instead you peaked out and waved your hand goodbye. I told you something, with no time to reply. This was my mistake. Leaving myself to drown in ones' thoughts is obviously the route I chose to take. I nudged you to go out for drinks on a Sunday night, but you wouldn't partake 'cause of the crazy night before. Where was I, working nights.

 

This is when I came to realize- it wouldn't work. Unsatisfied already with my job, it would make me scarce. Though it has already, and it shows. You can see right through me, as if I am as translucent as a glass of water standing tall; closest to you on the coffee table. Recently you took a glance, and asked if I was alright. I shrugged and said "sure". I looked back and could tell you knew more than what I was actually showing. Why is this? I have not a clue. Though it maybe the reason or one thereof, as to why I feel the way I do. 

 

Pretty soon I am going to have to take the hint that you may not want anything from me. This I will come to terms with, and carry on. If on the other hand there is something you want to say- the sooner now, the better. As patient as I have been, and will continue to be; none the less I can't carry these feelings around forever. I'd rather hear what you have to say, before I start burying the feelings I have for you. Than to bury them now, and not feel the same when you do confront me.