Maybe the uncertainy makes me wonder too much, maybe its cuz i really have no one to turn to. I always am the type to come to question things that make me wonder. And I come to question one thing, Love- How true does it come to be? Being deeply in love sometimes can blind your senses, and I wonder if it has blinded mines. Maybe this leash on me has finally reached its length, but one has to sit and wonder. Wonder why this person hardly gets phone calls, but makes them all. I know i may be a hopeless romantic in the end, one whose ideal love life may be too high. Thinking maybe when I actually found it, itll be the best thing to ever happen to me -
Mayhaps I thought too highly of my chosen lover, expected too highly of them and I was met with some disappointment- thinking of everything written and how much I have recieved in return makes me question their feelings, usually lovers arnt afraid to express how they feel, the love they have overwelms them with the emotions to say what they are feeling. At the time they feel it they say it. In the end saying nothing does nothing at all, at least saying something makes somewhat a difference. Waiting two hours for a call back sometimes just makes you wonder how priortized you are in someones life. This is just some of the stuff I come to wonder, as I sit writing songs of love and serenades to the one special one, wondering if they will come to a end. Come to a end when nothing feeds it no more -