Tell me exactly what am I to you, what you feel about me and who you want me to be. Stop making me pick up clues to excite and disappoint myself every other second.
If there could be something I wanted to ask of you, this would be it.
But if I asked, would I jeopardize what we have right now? And if I got what I wanted, would that even last?
My questions never seem to end, and there fails to be direct answers to any of them. But it's so exhausting to guess, to dissect and to analyse.
I am giving up. The clock's ticking and soon we'll only be able to be what we are right now. Perhaps that would suit you better too.