I live alone and when I let you come into my personal space, then that is special. I won’t stop thinking about you, but i won’t demand for you to think about me too. Though I just want to be honest, every time I come home from work I quickly get lonely after feeding my dog and watering the plants or any house chores. Then what keeps me going is chatting my friends, and waiting for you to message me back. I’ll be waiting so don’t freak out whenever you message me I’m there replying in split of a second. I told you, you’re special to me now.
But you know what, I’m not that good at waiting. I get bored easily. I told you I get lonely quickly so it’s either I go out or play games or talk to somebody else. Most of the times I get frustrated and stressed out. When that happens I ping my friends and talk about you. They will tell me that I’m doing it again, putting myself in situations I will hardly get out of. Falling hard on a flat concrete and my life will be fucked again.
Right now it is frustrating that I want to see you or just talk even for a minute but I can’t ask you. We both know we have our own lives and yours is incomparably hectic than mine. I would never want to be a bother nor stop you from making great things. What I could do is support you from afar and just wait, and wait, and wait ‘til you need me again.
So yeah, welcome to my life. You said it first but I think it is mine that welcomes you, really and not yours to me.
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