Maybe tomorrow...

Everything will be better.
Maybe i'll be able to breathe, and stop worrying for two seconds that im going to loose you.
Maybe tomorrow i'll be able to tell you how i feel.
Maybe i'll get to see you, and hug you- like ive been dying to. Ive been dying to talk to you; really talk to you- like we do when we're alone. I miss that. I miss you. I dont know how i feel. All I know, is that I like you alot more than i originally planned to.
Why is that so hard for me to say?
Maybe because im afraid of falling in love with someone who i know could so easily break my heart.
Maybe tomorrow, that wont matter: and i just wont care.
I want to be able to go to sleep knowing i'll wake up and you'll still care about me.
And maybe that's crazy; but maybe i just want to call you baby <3

Its snowing right now. And I cant sleep. And your number is burning a hole in my phone.
Have you ever wanted to just pick up a phone and call someone, and spill your guts, and come soo close; and wound up simply texting them- "hey (:"
11:25 pm. snowsnowsnow. it always comes at the worst times...