Am I suppose to wait for him? There are so many things I never told him yet.
I miss you so much. Things were quickly gaining speed ... except maybe it was too fast, too sudden.
Make me remember what was there.
Help me save whatever is left.
I am sorry for pushing myself on you (if that is how you felt). But I don't regret it.
Maybe this is the answer I am looking for.
I obviously like you.
And you are unsure of yourself.
For once, I see a part of me inside of you.