I sit and I wait for something to happen,
but it doesn't.
I love her and she loves me,
but doesn't know why.
Something holds her to me.
People tell us that we are drifting,
I don't believe it; I refuse to.
I don't think I could live without her.
I am who I am because of her.
I want her to see that I want to be with her,
I really do.
I don't know anymore...
I love her.
(It's not a poem, just thoughts i wanted to get out.)
