You are the only thing on my mind, and it’s driving me insane. I’ve come to this awful conclusion. I need to call you a friend and move on, or stay here and waiting for something that might never happen. I’m scared. I want to tell you everything, but I don’t want to sound needy. I’m stuck in the middle, no matter which path I take I won’t be happy. Why can’t I stop thinking about you? Why am I actually considering waiting for you? Every night I’ve cried, and tried to hide it from you, because tears need an explanation. An explanation I’ll never be able to give you.