I`m just sad because I really like you, more than I`ve liked anyone in a long time. Tonight I got slapped in the face with the reality that I`ll never be able to call you mine and that it isn`t a very big deal to you.
I want him to look at me and realize I may not be waiting for him to make up his mind forever. I want him to be scared that I will get tired and leave. I want him to make a move. I want him to at least acknowledge his feelings, or even lack thereof.