I wait up all night, just to talk to you.
But when I do talk to you, I feel as if I’m annoying, bothering, or boring you. I don’t tell you that I stayed up all night just to talk to you. I don’t want pity. I just want the same feelings to be return. I guess I’m asking for something too big. I guess I should stop waiting for you. But you see, I don’t want to stop for if I do, I don’t want you to wait for me, as I did for you. Maybe that’s selfish of me, or maybe that’s selfish of you.