These the times that I feel most helpless about my feelings. I know there's nothing I can do except watch and wait anyway.
I just feel exhausted tonight. That's all. Maybe if you asked me a while ago how I was, if only you were extrasensitive to the people around you, maybe you'd notice that I'd been wanting to spend some time with you again.
A little assurance would be nice I guess. But who am I to ask that from you right?
Or maybe Barthes is right? There's always the "lover" and the "loved".
Oh well. I'm sleepy now.
Good night.
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