Love of the Loveless.
Damn this road.
He's so retarded, I swear.
I don't know what I have to do to prove to him that he has
my heart with every single beat.
It kills me.
And it hurts me to know that he feels our relationship is
a one-way thing, for just me to sit in the passenger side
and have him drive. He gets tired, and I'm not helping.
And I cry now, I cry because he doesn't know it.
I don't know how to make him feel the love I have for him,
and it isn't going to result into sex.
I can't write pretty songs that everyone sings.
What's annoying is that he wrote lots of girls lots of
songs, for me it shouldn't be any different.
At the time, shouldn't feel any special.
But I do, because he means it.
That tone in his voice that I hear so often.
Can I leave cute voicemail messages? No.
Can I call him every secod to tell him how much I love and
miss him? No.
And when I do, my words are limited,
but never in meaning.
He doesn't know that.
Nothing feels right, right now.
Everything I try to push is being thrown back to my face.
Hang on, there's more.
PDA, Public Display of Affection.
I can't do more than a simple kiss, I love the feeling of
privacy; I hate the feeling of being watched.
I'm wrong there.
I suck at doing it,
but shit, I try.
But maybe, maybe sometimes I just want to hold and be
The moments we have are rare.
In the future. where will we stand?
We stand under rain,
our umbrella will have holes in it.
Let's use what we have now.
Take advantage of every moment.
But not seize it with the sexual desires we cry for.
Let's just hold hands, lean on eachother,
and tell eachother how much we love eachother.
So that's my reasoning.
But this is MY problem: He doesn't feel it.
It kills me,
because I love him so much.