I sit and wait, hoping that you'll talk to me. But it's funny. As a friend and not a lover, you don't have the obligation to worry about my feelings. You aren't required to talk to me or care about my life. Truth be told, I like it when I don't have to worry about being swamped with instant chat messages with friends. This is why I appear offline to everyone.
Everyone. But you. And it's stupid... because half the time, you meander on about singing and to be honest, I really don't give a crap. But I sit through it... because those words are from your mouth.
I want to know, what do you feel? Do you even think of me? Do you miss me? Do you have moments where things remind you of me so much, that it feels like something is stabbing you? Because I want brilliance. And fireworks. I want to be a shooting star in someone's life. I want someone who loves me because I'm me, not a love of convenience.
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