You

I seen you yesterday, just a wave with empty words.
On my side I had a rush of feelings,
"i miss you" "i hate you" "i want to see you"
I wanted to know what you were feeling,
if you felt the same way, if you moved on.
I could tell you I miss you, I still think I love you,
but those words would both do us no good.
I want you to believe me when I tell you
"it's not easy forgetting someone like you, and that I still care about you"
but really what would it seriously do for us?
make it harder?
that's why I rather you not believe anything I have to say
When you tell me you miss me too, and that you love me,
I force myself to not believe a word you say,
but deep in my heart I want to believe you and reach out to you.
I miss every look you gave me,
the look when you try to make me laugh,
the pouting look so I can give in to you,
but the serious look is the one I love so much;
the gaze in your eye and the tone in your voice,
I fall more and more in love with you.
I love your smile when you talk about your friends
and laugh about the crazy stuff you guys went through.
But the smile I love the most is the one
when we planned about the things we would do
the same smile you gave when you use to hug me.
So everyday I hope and pray I can have a day without
the want for you.

The Bet