I still don't know if tomorrow after school I'm gonna leave home and be with you. You are not going for me, to be with me, so it doesn't make a difference for you. Even so I'm probably gonna go anyway, because I'm weak. You said I over think too much. You are right. We talk less and less, you are never the one saying "hey" and you never say when you are going to sleep. Something happened, my fault or not, I wanna know what. I hope tomorrow I can be with you, alone, and just talk. That would be great. But I bet the Universe is not gonna give me a second change. But even if I have the change to talk to you, I'm not gonna know what to say, I'm gonna be so nervous. I hope I don't cry, or at least you don't see me doing it. You don't know how much I wanna hug you as soon as I see you. I want you in my arms so much, make them go away even if it is just for five seconds.
We didn't even talk today, normally we should by now been talking for hours. I'm afraid to send a message. I'm gonna wait for you, hopeless that you gonna send anything.
