It’s nights like these that I’m sick of waiting on you. Either I know exactly how you feel or you’re totally playing me. Either way some intent is there and I don’t think I’m reading too much into this. You put your arm around my waist. I kissed your face. You told me you loved me. What is there to misconstrue? Nothing. So here I am wondering why we’re not talking, why I’m listening to stupid sad songs and wishing you’d make a move. But no. You just sit there in the middle of nowhere Texas and make me crazy. 

Part of me wants to just tell you how I feel. But another part of me wants this to be perfect, and I don’t want to be the one in this story that did all the chasing. It’s supposed to be the other way around. I want to be that girl that he’s singing about in Hey Jude and I want you to come and get me… 

I wish you would just give me some peace of mind. 

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I’ve fallen back into the trap of loving you. I’m only glad you could forgive me for the way I acted the other day. I guess I’m just angry I don’t have you for sure yet.

It drives me nuts that I can’t tell if we’re friends or if you’re just friendly. If you love me or if you’re just loving.

Regardless, I know how I feel. Four weeks always keep us apart, but I’m counting down the days until this month is over. And then I can see you again. By then I’ll probably be doubting loving you again. I’ll think that I can do better. And then four weeks will be up and I’ll see you and I’ll fall in love all over again.

I guess it means something if I keep falling in love with you over and over no matter how many times I swear I won’t. I guess I just can’t help falling in love with you.

And that’s annoying as hell. 

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