Over reading into your tweets. All this imagined subtweeting.
Reading between the lines. I miss you. A lot.

Wish you knew how much I do care for you. How much I am attracted to you.

How bad it makes me feel thinking about it.

How much I want to let go. Because I know I can't go on like this.



Pleas stop lying to me, if you are. Don't make it any harder.

I wish you knew how much I liked you.