I don't like things to be too obvious;

I just wanted to see what you'd say, but you'll say nothing and I'll just be the idiot, so easily and so willingly. Or so it would seem. Mum always used to tell me if a person is on you're mind it means you're on theirs. So if i'm thinking about you does that mean you're thinking about me?

A sadness seems to wash over me. I was content being angry at you but now I just keep missing you. I regret the conversations I have with you, but I still keep looking forward to the next one. I'm not sure what to do. I don't know what to say, who to tell or what to ask; and you're no help whatsoever.

And as for you, you're just another character that barely fills a chapter in this story.