I sit here all day counting down the hours until I can be where you are.
To hopefully get a smile and a simple hello.
Do I like you?
No.
But it sure is nice to just have someone to talk to,
even if the conversation only lasts for a few minutes.
I don't even know if we're flirting, and honestly I really don't care.
Or at least not any more.
I'll take whatever I can get.
It's pathetic that I look forward to seeing you.
I don't want my feelings to be controlled by guys.
Or at least not right now.
But I'm just so lonely.
I feel like there's a hole in my chest
and its getting bigger each day.
And your small amount of attention manages to fix it for just a split second.
So here I sit again counting down the hours,
hoping that you'll be there.

Please be there.