I'm sitting, wishing, waiting. Sitting, listening to the soundtrack of my life. Listening to the rain. The lovely, lovely rain. Wishing, that this separation would be over with. Wishing you were here. My father, whom I miss despite our odds. My brother, what's new there. & You. My dear, I've come to the conclusion I need you. Well, almost to this. Because even when I doubt this, and what it's becoming, I see us together. You're always in my head, I've given up fighting you off. You have no idea what you did to me when you sent that message, that no matter what anyone says, you'll never stop loving me the way you do. I stared at my phone with my mouth hanging open for several minutes, unable to breathe. I couldn't speak, and I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating. I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you to say those words, the words you said you've never said before. Someting to the extent of- "Love's a big word, a word I'm saving for the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. And the way my heart beats when you're near, I think you might be the one." They may just be words, that have no meaning behind them. You may have said that exact same thing to some other girl. & You may end up breaking my heart, but you just might end up holding it inside your own.