When I wrote this, I imagined how many other people were waiting to tell if another person loved them.
I thought that in the months to come I would show-off and look happy even though I wasn't.
The purest love I could image was actually exciting but trapping in a way.
It's not until that moment when all is lost and it's time to move away from your town.
When waiting for someone not yet declared, it's hard to make the first move so as not to feel empty.
It doesn't make the pain any less though.
It does make the rain less wet or cold.
It feels like all the past sadness appears to grab your soul.
That is until the final moment when you learn the unwanted truth of unrequited love.
The months of ghosting visits and lonely waiting are over.
Your heart and sound go punished at the very last.