you

i'm done fighting these feelings

it's exhausting.

so this must mean something, no?

if i'm trying this hard not to like you

does that mean i actually do?

remember that one night

you told me all those things.

they might just have been meaningless,

spoken out of drunken stupidity.

but they haunt me.

say something to him!

that's they all tell me.

i wish it was that easy.

i wish i was good at talking

good at confronting

good at knowing what i actually want.

what i want is you to say something.

say something, please.

but say it when you're sober.