I wait for her text message.
I leave our conversation window open and wait for your message.
I sit here thinking.
I find myself drifting between the idea of you and her.
What the fuck's going on with my head?
I wish it would go back to the days when everything was crystal clear.
She doesn't seem to mind I like her and I'm fine with that.
I didn't expect her to pay any attention to it anyways.
But here I am.
It's 1 a.m.
And I'm waiting for you to respond to my IM.
It's a tough choice.
Something more materialistic vs. something realistic.
What to choose, what to choose...