I wondered. I wondered what you thought about when you looked at me. I gave my self some false hope that you thought of my as something more.

I wondered how much you cared. I used to waste time thinking about how much more you would care if I was your girl. I put myself out there to care on hoping someday you would return the favor.

I wondered what your answer would be. I had to ask, I didn’t think about the results. I wanted you. I fought with you about the answer you gave. The truth stung and brought me down to a terrible reality.

Wondering, it’s a dangerous thing. It toys with you until you have to assume. I assumed using information that seems so stupid know. There was always another reason behind what you did. I saw it the way I wanted to because it made me have hope. It made me wonder.

Now I wonder where to go from here. What do you do when you truely realize reality doesn’t have any room for wonder?