Waiting

Theres something about you, something so addictive. I haven't noticed until now, but ive had a thing for you all along. Since the day we met. Eight years of wanting you and neither of us brave enough to say a word of it. Neither of us thinking maybe we feel the same, But now I look back at all those years and see what I couldn't see before. I did have a chance with you, and I know you wanted me too. The older we grew, the more insecure we became around one another. I pushed myself away from you out of unnecesary shyness. Why am I always too late with realizing the obvious? Seeing you with her makes me sick. I can't imagine her being your type and I know something like that won't last long. I've always had so much trouble with finding the right guy, someone I can even hold interest in. And I smile when I remember all the times we spent together, how much we enjoyed being with eachother. I can't imagine ever finding a dull momment with us two together. It's never too late, what we had is still there somewhere. And hopefully I'll have the chance to find it again, but until then; I know your not going anywhere and I've been Okay all this time without you. I'll always want you, but I'm willing to wait. We'll see where life takes us.