I've been foolish but I take full responsibility. One day I'll stop looking at love from a distance. I won't be scared to get close, today is not that day though. Blame it on romanticism.
I still feel your lips, your hands in mine. I can still feel your skin, your breath on my breast, the warmth I crave. I can still feel your touch, Is this what they call lust? You were different. And I liked that very much.
I know all too well what it means to let go. So, no. I won't cry for your attention. If anything I'd rather leave you alone. People scream their feelings, you will always know their intentions. Just pay attention to their actions.