When I wake up tomorrow, I'll know that nothing has changed. We still aren't together and that's what hurts the most.

My mind tells me to give up on you but my heart won't let me.

You are ice and fire. The touch of you burns my hands like snow.

~Amy Lowell

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you.

~Amy Lowell

I told myself that this was your last chance. That when you didn't do anything, that I was to move on. Well, you didn't take it but yet I'm sitting here wishing I could give you one more.

I hate it when you say something that gets my hopes up so high. It hurts so much as my hopes start to fall. You do this to me every time.

But that's the dilemma, isn't it? To tell someone you like them without actually having to tell them. You wish they'd just magically figure it out. Because to have to tell them means facing possible rejection. And who wants to face that?

I wish you'd chase after me a little harder.

I wish you'd let me move on.

I wish you'd give me some kind of sign that you feel the same. Anything really, just something to let me know I should still hold on to the idea of us. As it is, as much as I don't want to, I'm close to letting go.