♥ Faith.

Like the wind.

Tonight I called you using someone else’s phone. Did you recognise it was my voice? Why did you sound so calm? Did you even know it was me on the line?

Why, why does it seem so hard for me but it looks (or is) so easy for you?

I walked past your house and deep down inside I was wishing you’d look out of the window and see me.

Sometimes I wish I could scream how much I love you when you’re just sitting a row below me during lectures. Sometimes I wish I could walk to you in the canteen and just talk to you normally. Yet everytime I see you, I look at you nonchalently, even though my heart’s breaking inside. We don’t speak, not to each other, sometimes you laugh, sometimes my mouth twitches into a smile, but no, we don’t acknowledge each other. Silence. Oblivion.

Yes, I’m still here. And I still will be. Waiting. Alone.