You gave me a little slice of hope.
I told you how I feel about you and you said the same.
Then you said you wanted to think about it.
That was three  days ago.
I understand you want time.
But this is one of those things that you cannot make the heart wait for.
I want to be with you,
Show you I am not like those other girls.
I know I have made mistakes.
I know I am not perfect.
But I want to show you.
This is killing me.
I have been going back and forth between being optimistic and just throwing everything I feel away.
I want to be with you like I have never wanted to be with anyone before.
I want that chance.
But right now,
I don't think you will give it to me.
But I still hold onto that little shred of hope I have left.