I’m just asking if you’d tell me by tomorrow. Admit that you love me by tomorrow. I’ve given you time and plenty of it. But you still haven’t made the most of what you had. I’m giving you a few more hours. To admit what is true. Admit that you love me and then we could see what to do. I’ve waited long enough for you to make your move. But you still haven’t made the best of what you got. So don’t say I’m not being fair. Because, truly, I am. I’ve given you months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds to for you to speak your mind. I have waited forever just for a final answer. If your answer is yes, I’ll be the happiest girl in the world. I’d have you by my side, for days to come. But, if somehow you say no, I’m sure I’ll be blue. But I’ll get over you, somehow, some time, some way. But all I really care about, is your final answer. Your final choice. Your final words until I take your hand or simply say goodbye. But all I ask for now, is for you to tell me by tomorrow. Just please. Tell me by tomorrow.