Being with him is always a load of mind-games and the over-analysis of things.
Sometimes, I think he's slowly letting me in on his life, his secrets, his thoughts and even the most 'senseless' things he has to say. But predictable he is, he'll shut me off. Not the tactless, rude, sudden 'let's-not-talk-about-it-anymore' type of brush off but the polite, subtle kind which makes it hard for me to be outraged and frustrated.
There is such a thing as personal space anyway. I dare not probe and poke and prod or whatever. So I respect his privacy. But aaaarrrgghh. Why can't I just probe and poke and prod or whatever?
I'm in love but you don't care. Maybe he does care. But not enough. Maybe he finds me wonderful and fun and nice. But not enough. It's not enough for him to let down his guard; to take a step closer. And knowing with all that was said, that nothing is enough, I find in that enough reason to slowly let go.
I'm in love but you don't care. Maybe someday, when I'm not too tired of waiting, you'll get back to me sans those walls of yours.
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inspired by pathetic rainbow; i felt angsty all of a sudden. hahaha! not really angsty, eh heh heh. yo, emjhey. post your story up already! ^-^
Now your world is way too fast
Nothin's real and nothing lasts
And I'm aware
I'm in love but you don't care.
-goo goo dolls
