I don’t know what to do at this point but patiently wait.

Yet, I question why that night, that specific night where our the feelings have grown and why we were fond of each other.

There are just somethings I still question to why you held my hand.

Messy moments in a hard times

I’ve met you at the wrong time.Maybe that was the reason why.But here I am, watching you not baring to look at me one bit. I question myself every time if I was doing something wrong. If I said something that hurt you, did something that overwhelmed you or something that’s just distancing you away from me. So I stopped talking, stopped myself from interacting with you because I’m just as scared to see you walk away. I’ve been cautious with myself to you. 

There are just somethings I still question to why you held my hand.I still wonder if those true feelings or if they were out of loneliness.Just sitting here and in hopes of you contacting me, just slowly kills me inside. I’m slowly getting to know you and I want to explore every bit of end, but you’ve set up a wall to prevent me from saying hello.