Until a week ago,

I thought you liked

me. I could see the 

look in your eyes. 
The look that says,

"I really like you but

don't have the courage

to tell you yet." 
You invited me to

your house. You opened

up your door. Then,

you moved yourself

awag from me. 
Every time I came

near you, you turned

the other way. Every

time I spoke, you didnt

hear a word I said. 
How am I supposed to

read this? If you knew 

what you were doing to 

me, would you stop?

I can't go on living 

this way without 

any hint that you

care as much as

I do. I just want you

to be mine already. 
It's been long enough.

Four years is long enough

to tell me how you

feel. Please, just tell me