Maybe I wasn’t asking you to love me, maybe I was asking you to understand. Because for so long I’ve been hurt, and for so long you’ve ignored it. And maybe it is bad timing, but maybe i don’t care. I’ve been here all along, just waiting, waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to care. Waiting for you to say that you’ve been waiting too. But you haven’t, and maybe you never will. Or maybe you’re afraid to. But it all hurts the same and in the end, I’m the one who’s left broken and crying myself to sleep. So screw the bad timing. I’ve loved you then, like I love you now, like I probably always will.