Don't you want to stay?

I told him.

Not sure how I feel.

Sad?

Upset?

Regretful?

No. I shouldn't feel any of these.

The weight has been lifted.

Kind of.

I don't just want to be friends though.

But he doesn't know what he wants.

Personally, I think that shows immaturity.

But I can't tell him that.

It'd probably ruin his pride.

Probably.

Which is why I wrote about it in my other blog.

I still wish I was gutsy.

Gutsy enough to tell him he's a wuss.

Gutsy enough to just...make things happen for me.

But I get to continue to wait.

Wait for the one.

Wait for life.

Give me life.

Or give me death.

But really, I'd prefer life.

So hurry.

Because I want to move on.

Life moves too slow.

PS

"Don't you want to stay here a little while?"