No label. No assurance. No commitment. Nothing. That’s “us”. Yes. We hugged. We kissed. We had fun. We were happy everytime we held each others hand. There were moments that I feel like we are so in love with each other. But no one has the courage to say it. We can only see it whenever our eyes meet.
I wish I knew what you were thinking. What you felt the night I kissed you goodbye. You never say you love me. Still, I hold on that possibility that maybe you love me too because I can feel it on how you look at me. On how you hold my hand. On how you kiss me.
I keep on reminding myself. That I have no right to get jealous. To get mad at you when you don’t reply for days. To demand time from you. To call me when I miss you. I have no right at all. So I just wait. I learned to be patient. But sometimes, I keep asking myself, until when? I don’t know. All I know right now is I want to make sure you are happy. Even without me.
