The bad thing about having a special ringtone set for them is that you'll always know when they aren't calling.

The bravest I've ever been with expressing my feelings has been with you. But my bravery goes unwarranted, because still you have no clue.

I laugh a little louder around you in the hopes that you'll notice it and think to yourself how beautiful it is.

I always wonder what you are thinking when you look at me and smile. Hell, I always wonder what you are thinking when you look at me at all.

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.

I wish you'd let me move on.

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

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 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.

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.