Dialogue

I was thinking about you and I. I was dreaming about the day... that day. (I also think about you, rather frequently I guess, I also dream...)
I was wondering if do you love me? Or do you just think about me? (You are quite especial)
I have plenty and a bunch of questions I know they'll never going to receive answer...(Just ask,there's no need to have any complications)
Why's that?(You tell me.)
Because you're unpredictable. I mean: one day we're so fine, another day we're strangers, other days I almost exist for you and others Its just me.(We are human, we have the right to feel different every day, that's why life is interesting. Besides, if you make me go crazy that way, why do you think that happens?)
Sometimes I believe I'm the one that's falling in love... well sort of and that's something I can't allow, because I just don't want to get hurt. (I am afraid to hurt you, that's why all of this confusion)
I know I'm a stranger for you and if I don't have all of your attention is because you don't care about me... well much about me. This ideas make me believe that all this situation is a mistake and sometimes it kills me.(Things happen for a reason, you are totally not a stranger.)
I chose you because I thought you were my best option of happiness, but the truth is that day by day I feel so sad and so distrusted about you. (I'm sorry, really. But I really don't want to hurt you, that's why I'm so confused, paralyzed.)
I know you'll say: "well..." because you don't give a fuck and maybe you'll find another girl while you're "just looking with me". (Sorry to say it again, but I'm confused in biblical proportions!)
I hate when people don't tell me what they think or how they feel... I really hate it.(Have you ever thought of how I feel by not doing anything?)
I hate waiting or looking for a signal, I hate doing all the romantic work, but you know all this bring us to the start: you don't like me and you don't even care on what I'm passing trough.


Song of the day:
these are my twisted words - radiohead