Sigh

  Sigh. I talked to you yesterday after such a long time. It felt great. A little awkward, but great.

  But the ending sucked ass.

  I asked if you were sleeping, and you probably were, so I wished you good night after that, but I didn't get anything the next day. All I got was a blue tick. No acknowledgement, nothing.

  Argh it sucks. It really does. I feel kinda hurt. Don't I deserve at least something? But I didn't get anything; you just didn't seem to care.

  And I told myself, I wouldn't text you first until you text me. How could I? You hurt me and my pride, and I was supposed to make the first move again?

  Maybe I was just thinking too much. Maybe you just didn't know what to say; you never were the very expressive type. I don't know.

  But I asked myself: is it worth it to let my ego get in the way. Not in a million years. So I texted you. I was hoping you could see that I still wanted you from my goodnight texts.

  All I got was a cold solitary goodnight, not the warm long ones that I used to get back when I say them.

  Maybe I'm thinking too much, but it's really really hard on me. Not being able to tell you everything really sucks.

  I hope I get a sign soon.