여리고 착해서. +
You know how I said it wasn't all too important? I lied. I lied to myself. 
It is important. The three words, eight letters are damn important. 
And I was gonna let you get away with it. How stupid and blinded can I get, huh.

Words are important. Even when words can be manipulated, used with the wrong intentions, used without conscience, words are still important. They are the binding force, they are the voice of your actions. Words have weight.

We are no mind readers. Yea, you can do something but it can be interpreted in so many different ways unless you say what its supposed to mean, right? You get what I'm getting at?

Like I said, it really just boils down to your heart and what it has to say. If you never decide to find out whether you love me or not, what on earth are you doing right now? Wasting both our time and life? 
How can I talk about our future when I don't even know if love is gonna be a part of that? How can I truly and sincerely trust you when you can't even decide whether you love me or not? How can I believe in 'us' when you are still so clueless about what we are?

I'm with you because of those three words and eight letters. I'm with you because I'm hoping you'll say those three words and eight letters to me. I'm with you because some part deep in me (some womanly instinct or sixth sense or something) believes it is possible. But you are your own man. No matter how I wish and hope and pray, you are the one that has to open your mouth.

And so, I wait like I've always before.

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+ posted on Tuesday, October 14, 2014 at 2:23 AM