I admit that I am so pushy. I always text and call you when I have chance to get. I am thirsty of your attention. I keep on sharing things that are too boring for you.
I am so sorry for being nuisance to you. I am sorry because I keep on waiting for your response and hoping that our conversation would lead us to know each other more.
I am so sorry for being active for you. You texted me 10:34, I responded at 10:35 and waited for your reply, but you never did. I waited for your call because you told me to do so. 12 in the midnight doesn't bother me for you might just so busy until I fall asleep.
Sorry because I put my hopes up. Sorry for being so honest and sincere. Sorry for imagining things you said we'll do together.
I keep on pushing my self to know you more without realizing that I am over doing it. Your intention is blurry but it seems so clear.
I realized that you did not even know the things I am interested with.
You never try to know me more. You don't know I have dreams too. You don't know I always target things specifically because I want to grow better. You don't know that I always do my best but still not confident on it. You don't know how important my work to my overall happiness. You don't know that I am sensetive. You don't even know that you're my type.
I became the author of our fate. You chose to scrap it without realizing you scrap me up as well. It feels like break up.
Time will come, I will never compare my self to the woman of your preference.
I will not mention you with my friends. I won't think of you in midnight. I will not stalk you and your 'active now' won't bother me.
I will just continue to be like me and continue to be good.
One day a man will approach me and give me the attention, care and love I deserve. A man I did not expect to save me.
I can do that. You don't know me and you never did try.