What A Wicked Thing To Do, To Make Me Dream Of You.

This is my fault.
I had you. I didn't hold on.
I was afraid.
I've never been in any type of relationship.
I wouldn't know what to do.
That night, was it just a hook up for you?
It wasn't for me.
You mean alot to me.
You haven't left my mind since that night,
almost 4 months ago.
For a month straight, you haunted my dreams.
I saw us.
Together.
Happy.
We could be so much.
But you haven't made any effort either.
This is both our faults.
Tell me what's on your mind.
I need to at least know how you feel.
Even if you don't care, I want closure.
Instead, I think about what could have been, could still be.
It's hard to move on.
There's someone else, and he's great.
But, whenever I try to think about him, I think about you.
I see your face in everything I do.
I wish you could see me and love me, want me.
I'm going insane.
So insecure.
What's so wrong with me that you don't want me?
Or do you? Are you scared?
Tell me what you feel, please.
That's all I want right now.
All I need.
Is to end this constant wondering.
I swear, I'll go insane if I keep doing this to myself.
Why can't you hold me in your arms like you used to?
We use to be so comfortable around each other.
Maybe that night was a mistake.
But I wouldn't trade it for the world.
It must've been after.
But what could I have done?
I'm so confused.
I want you. and no one else.
I know you.
I know what you do.
I know I will never do it.
Did you really tell my best friend you couldn't be with me because you didn't want to influence me?
Or was she too drunk to remember right?
Why can't you just tell me yourself?
We're getting nowhere.
I need you.
I'm still waiting.
That's all I know how to do.
And I'm wasting my time.