I was not worth a minute or at least a second of your time.
That’s how I always perceived you. And I thought that’s how they will always be. I was warning myself not to want too much. And trying to keep me from thinking of you by doing other things but this does not suffice my hunger of your attention.
I wanted you to talk to me despite your hectic schedule. I wasn’t asking for such long conversations, though; a simple greeting would be nice to give me the inkling that I’ve crossed your mind. But no, you didn’t talk to me for the moments that I was waiting for you that even waiting has gone weary of me. It wasn’t my forte but I tried it, you know? I suck at it, and I suck when it comes to you not really knowing why sometimes you’ll just not talk to me while I think I’ve displeased you or said something that’s not worth a reply. I tried to discreetly get your attention even when you’re busy. Or I’m just of petty importance. I don’t know which is which. I was trying to believe the latter just so I wouldn’t be attached in any way possible but don’t you think talking to you since day 1 up to now didn’t get me somewhere? And that’s what I’m afraid of. Afraid of how you would respond. And I couldn’t risk it.
Until the moment that you suddenly talked to me when I didn’t expect a beep nor a ring from you. How come you’ve noticed? So I leave this question hanging. I don’t know if I’d try to figure him out or just leave this off. He and his mixed signals. Or I’m just only exaggerating things.
