So many questions floating in my head. I’m so confused, but your not actually helping me are you? No, you aren’t. You’re just making me more confused.
So let me ask you. What are we exactly? Just friends? Or more than that?. Can’t we just honest with each other? Why must you confuse me with your games?
Oh, can’t you see? Your hurting me. Well, I guess you can’t, since you never actually pay enough attention. But that’s okay, I have always forgiven you for that. But I don’t think I can forgive myself for letting me fall for you.
Huh, you made me fall for you…
My bestfriend.
Well, I got to say, you started it. You started this confusing game. And now I’m stuck in between. Another question, are you happy? Are you happy that you finally got me to play your game? I really hope you are.
This is still not very clear to me.
You were the one who told me that you wanted me. And now I’m free, but you won’t catch me?
You confessed to me about your feelings towards me. So what are you waiting for?
Ugh, you make me sick, you make me feel special, you make me feel all the things that I have never felt. And yes, you made me feel confuse. Like I said, so many questions in my head. The most important question. What are we? Would you like to give me the answer for that? Please?...
I don’t know how to feel anymore. I hate feeling like this, so helpless. So naïve. So wrong. Wrong about you, how could I not see that? I was so sure. I was sure that I had you figured out. But I guess I was wrong. So wrong….
I’m so confused, so curious. What do you want me to say? Congrats? Because I’m pretty sure that I have already said that.
I don’t know how to choose side with my feelings.
One just so entirely happy that I have a great friend like you.
The other says the opposite. I thought it would have been great to have fallen for my bestfriend, but thank you, you proved me wrong. Again.
I love that you listen to what I got to say.
I love it when you make me feel so happy, making me feel like there is no worry in the world.
I love the feeling that you make me feel safe, safer than anybody can ever make me feel.
But I also so hate this feeling inside of me, I guess you can call it a fear? A fear that you will get tired of me. A fear that I will lose you, when I don’t even have you yet.
Doesn’t that just make you want to laugh? It does to me.
God, I feel so naïve.
You flirt with me, you make me laugh, you make me feel special. You make me feel wanted.
But yet were still just the same old us, always pretending that nothing between us is real. Oh, how I hate that about us.
So what are we? Would you mind giving me the answer? Because I fear that I will never know.
Love, what a silly game we play. Sometimes, I even wonder, why do I even bother to play.
