I once thought talking to you and get it to happen was going to be easy, like if someone else had scripted it for us. In a couple of months or so you'd be telling me you liked me, and I'd be so happy because after memorizing all your favorite songs and all your favorite stuff in general, apart from each and every inch of your personality, I'd finally be getting you to tell me you felt the same.
But it's not gonna happen, because we're not a movie and I'm a 16 year old girl who listens to Avril Lavigne songs thinking about you - and you don't even remember what grade I'm in.
You know what I hate the most? That it doesn't even bother me. I love to know that I'm waiting for that to happen. That I love when you're msn and we speak for hours, as if I had been your friend for years. That I love when you tell me a lot of stuff and I pretend I don't care, or that I forgot about that girl you talked about (what was her name again?) - and you wouldn't even imagine I've been spending nights analysing her facebook profile, or whole days with my friends hating her amazingly beautiful hair or the fact that she plays hockey so well (when I couldn't even dream of running two blocks without one of my lungs dying).
No, it doesn't even bother me. I love it. I could spend years like this, waiting for the moment when you finally realize you absolutely love me too, though I know I'd be waiting forever.
But for you I'd wait. I'd wait years or centuries, like I'd never wait for anyone else. I'd marry you today, have three boys and even let you name them (even if you want to name one of them with your first name, which you don't use because it sucks A LOT). I'd grow old with you and sit in the front door while we watch the sunset and have our grandkids playing with our dog, whose name I wouldn't let you choose, because I've already decided it'll be Ron - yeah, like the Harry Potter character, which you don't even know because you don't watch films (but I'd be the freak of the couple).
See? You let the best part of me come out - the part that is not angry at the world and doesn't hate life or people or everything. When I speak of you I'm a romantic psycho (yuck) that loves to love you.